The dozen or so little ghosts on the other side, all dressed in bloodstained Taoist garb, rolled their ghostly eyes round and round, filled with sorrow, resentment, and fear.
"Hey, Brother Xiao Er! You guys... you guys hurry over here!" Several Taoists from the Mystic Association waved their hands frantically and called out to Huang Xiaolong. "Mr. Huang, it's... it's the lost comrades' spirits!"
"Alright, then come on over quickly~~" Huang Xiaolong beckoned to the little ghosts. "Don't be afraid, we've slaughtered all those perverted villagers... come quickly~~"
The dozen or so little ghosts floated over, wailing mournfully.
The leading ghost, nicknamed "Brother Xiao Er," then recounted the tragic experience of that day, how they were surrounded and beaten to death by the villagers.
Although the Taoists were capable of exorcising evil spirits and capturing ghosts, against the vicious villagers armed with weapons and attacking en masse, they only had one path - death.
