Huang Xiaolong, accompanied by Qingqing and Xiaohong, entered the mountain valley.
He took out several incense sticks, chanted the Fire Bell Spell, and light burst forth in all directions. A ghostly wind blew towards them but was dispelled by the light.
The area was filled with towering mountains that stretched on endlessly, with occasional deep pools and huge ravines, as well as densely packed ancient graves. At a glance, many wandering spirits and ghosts could be seen drifting about, their faces ghastly pale and covered in ghostly blood, a truly terrifying sight.
"Oh... no wonder the towns and villages are so clean, not even a single ghost to be found. They've all run off to this place," Huang Xiaolong chuckled.
