Without Xiao Yu's help.
Zhao Yang's powers would never have been enough to make himself visible.
He could never have taken revenge.
Nor could he have cursed them to their faces.
He could only have died in frustration, then stayed frustrated after death.
But.
There was a Master Xiao in this world.
So Zhao Yang was especially grateful now, and cursing them out felt especially good!
After saying all that.
Even if Master Xiao asked him to do something dangerous that could leave him "forever unable to reincarnate" or "his soul scattered."
He would not even have frowned.
Unfortunately.
All he could do was curse and enjoy the satisfaction of giving them a tongue-lashing.
He could not actually attack them.
For retribution, he still had to count on Master Xiao.
But for all fourteen people present, including Pei Ling, Pan Yu, Ma Bai, Feng Zhen, and Wang Qi.
They had no idea Zhao Yang could not attack them!
In their eyes.
Today.
Was destined to be a day of terror.
The wronged soul who had died three years ago...
Had really come to claim their lives!!!
Several of the more timid women screamed and dropped to their knees on the spot, begging for mercy.
Some women fainted outright from sheer terror.
Several of the men were so frightened that they wet their pants, too.
Among them was the chief culprit, his former roommate and brother, Pan Yu!
In his rage, Zhao Yang's expression and presence were simply too twisted and terrifying.
Besides, he really was a ghost now!
A century-old vengeful ghost!!
Chilling winds gusted, and black smoke billowed!
It was far more frightening than the special effects in horror movies!
Those who actually managed to struggle to their feet, get their legs moving, and escape the private room.
Numbered