Cao Banxian caught sight of a figure in the shadows of the hall out of the corner of his eye and cried out in alarm!
The Main Flag in his hand jerked with a snap, and the Black-Purple Light Barrier instantly dimmed a little. A Grudge Ghost that had slipped through seized the chance to pounce.
He hastily waved the flag to fend it off and staggered back two steps, nearly crashing into the stone wall.
This was not panic. It was fear.
Qing Chen saw it clearly. The color instantly drained from Cao Banxian's face, and even the corners of his mouth trembled, laying bare his disgrace.
Even when facing the mass of White Bone Demons and Grudge Ghosts earlier, the old fox had not lost his composure like this.
"Impossible!"
Cao Banxian's voice shook. "Come out! What kind of ability is skulking around and playing ghost?"
The figure in the shadows finally moved.
He walked very slowly, the Black Banner in his hand hanging at his side.
Only when he stepped into the light of the luminous pearl did Qing Chen see him clearly. His face was gray, his skin clinging tightly to his bones. He was clearly no longer alive.
At that moment, Cao Banxian's expression actually shifted from terror to wild delight, and he laughed without restraint:
"Hahaha! You old bastard, death caught up with you after all. Still playing ghost even after you're dead! You really are a vile, shameless piece of trash! Hahahaha!"
At the sight, everyone exchanged glances, their hearts filled with bewilderment.
At last, someone could no longer contain his curiosity. Liu Yunfeng edged half a step forward:
"Shopkeeper Cao, just who is this esteemed person? Or perhaps... what sort of ghost is he? How could he make you lose your composure