If the Alcoholic Ghost had not intended to seize Mandragora Manor, why would he have secretly cultivated so many Ghost Creatures?
He had clearly been plotting this for a long time.
Mandragora also noticed something was wrong, and a cold glint flashed through her beautiful eyes.
Even if it had not been to deal with Lin Luo, the Alcoholic Ghost had long harbored ulterior motives. The hundred ghosts he had secretly cultivated were the most compelling proof.
But just as the Alcoholic Ghost sent the hundred ghosts to investigate Lin Luo's whereabouts, Mandragora Manor welcomed a night of slaughter under the dark, windswept sky.
Every Ghost Creature that had maintained close ties with the Alcoholic Ghost suffered a terrifying ambush, leaving them gravely wounded at best and dead at worst.
Pungent, foul-smelling Ghost Blood splattered all over Mandragora Manor.
By the time the Alcoholic Ghost reacted, he had already lost more than half his subordinates.
Upon receiving the news, the Alcoholic Ghost's expression grew even uglier.
There was no doubt.
This was Mandragora declaring war on him.
"Little bitch, I was going to let you live through tonight, but you forced my hand!"
Seething with anger and hatred, the Alcoholic Ghost set off for Mandragora's territory, the Heart-Enchantment Garden.
But he returned disappointed.
There was not a single ghost in the entire Heart-Enchantment Garden.
In other words, the Alcoholic Ghost had made the trip for nothing.
But while the Alcoholic Ghost searched like a madman, Lin Luo and Mandragora joined the rest of their companions at the Zither Dwelling, where Tianqin lived.
To prepare for the next day's challenge, Lin Luo went to bed early to rest and recover his strength.
Unlike Lin Luo, the Alcoholic Ghost, driven to desperation, returned to the Drunken Immortal Tower and vented his rage