"Little Long, it's in the forest ahead." Anger boiled inside Ma Chuxia's beautiful eyes. "No wonder the miasma refuses to leave the funeral parlor. It seems innocent ghost souls have been chained by evil spirits, preventing their reincarnation and draining the family luck and fortunes of their children! This is an act that damages the Yin's virtue. We cannot ignore it once we've encountered it!"
"Hehe, let's go," said Huang Xiaolong, beaming as he walked towards the small grove.
Following behind him were Ma Chuxia, Miao Erfang, Zhou Mi, and Xia Ying.
In the grove!
A fury of spite surged up around them!
All they could see were dozens of pitiful ghost souls kneeling on the ground, endlessly knocking their heads to the ground in a plea for mercy. Their whimpering cries of despair and fear were heart-rending. Even their ghost bodies trembled with fear, shaking like chaff in the wind.
