Run. Run now.
At that moment, the only thought left in the kings' minds was to flee. Never in their lives had they imagined that, as the most elite Ghost Tamers of this era, six of them gathered together would be driven into such a panicked retreat by a woman in a qipao.
Yet reality was this absurd, because the kings had encountered the pinnacle of supernatural power left behind by the Republican Era.
Strictly speaking, the sixteen puppets acting now were merely supernatural dolls modeled after four people: Luo Wensong of the Ghost Post Office, Li Qingzhi of the Caesar Hotel, Luo Qian of the supernatural graveyard, and Meng Xiaodong of Room 301 in Dachuan City.
Yet even as mere dolls, these sixteen puppets could briefly wield sixty percent of the supernatural power those four had possessed in life.
The kings knew nothing of the Republican Era or the identities of these four people, so they could not understand their significance. But their instincts told them never to fight these wooden puppets, or they would die horribly.
So they made the most correct choice in the shortest possible time: run.
But could they escape?
The Gravedigger tried to flee through that bottomless black pit. Using supernatural power as its medium, the pit bridged reality and illusion and could lead anywhere he wanted. Given only a few seconds, he could vanish from Dahai City and reappear two or three thousand kilometers away.
Yet the moment he fell into the pit, three puppets followed him in.
Bang!
The next moment, the Gravedigger hit the bottom of the pit and crashed heavily onto a mass of cold, rotten soil.
"How is this possible?" The Gravedigger was shocked and terrified.
Under normal circumstances, he could never have reached the bottom while falling. He