Zhou Wen and company's faces turned grim. There were countless ghosts in front of the mountain path. They were carrying a coffin, like a funeral procession.
When they were about a hundred meters away from Zhou Wen and company, the ghosts that carried the coffin stopped. However, it was a momentary pause. In the next second, the ghosts roared and charged forward like a tidal wave.
"There's no other way. We can only storm through." An Sheng summoned a dagger and opened the door to get down.
Zhou Wen, Li Xuan, Ah Lai, and Zhang Yuzhi got out of the car. Zhang Yuzhi's face was pale, but she was already prepared for battle. Clearly, she knew that it was useless no matter how afraid she was. She had to storm through.
"You guys follow behind me." An Sheng took charge and stared at the approaching ghosts. When they were about five meters away from him, the dagger in his hand finally moved.
