The burning ghost candle had not drawn the ghosts from Ghost Lake out first. Instead, it broke some kind of boundary, causing the ghosts on the boat to gradually emerge.
Beside the ghost candle, three eerie figures, cold and ancient as if left behind by a bygone era, gradually appeared.
The ghosts' forms went from blurry to gradually clear.
One of the ghosts slowly turned its head to look at the people on the boat. As it turned its head, crackling sounds like breaking bones echoed across the deathly still lake.
At the same time, the calm little boat began to rock, and ripples spread across the lake.
As the boat swayed, it began sinking again.
But there was no time to worry about that now.
"The ghost has appeared."
Everyone on the boat felt their hearts tighten, their nerves instantly tensing.
The ghost was right at hand.
Even with only the ghost's blurry form emerging, everyone could clearly feel its deathly aura and the suffocating sense of oppressive heaviness.
"A Hong, move aside."
Li Jun shouted low. He immediately reacted, grabbing A Hong, who had just lit the ghost candle at the stern. With a turn, he swapped places with her and stood before the ghost that had turned around.
Ghost fire instantly swelled and ignited.
At that moment.
A silent, desolate building suddenly emerged within the ghost fire. The building was sealed off and slightly dilapidated, concealing immense danger and terror within.
At such a critical moment, Li Jun acted decisively. He used ghost fire to open a path to Ping An Building, once again borrowing the supernatural power of that sinister painting.
The three ghosts were enveloped by ghost fire and swallowed by the Ghost Domain in an instant.
Ping An Building within the ghost fire gradually