Huang Xiaolong, with Sun Wei in tow, left the room.
Just as they stepped out, they saw that the corridor was inundated with puddles of blood seeping from the floor. The sinister fog, dense with negative energy hung over every inch, making it hard to see anything clearly. From all around, waves of ghostly energy surged out towards Huang Xiaolong and Sun Wei.
Sun Wei screamed, her hand holding the spirit lantern trembling. She quickly hid behind Huang Xiaolong.
With a cold smirk, Huang Xiaolong chanted the "Fire Dragon Spell", which sent forth forty-nine fire dragons from his body.
The dragons, burning and fierce, lit up the ghostly faces hiding in the fog. Most were malicious ghosts—the worst of them were dressed in red, with even more powerful ones garbed in yellow and green.
Each ghost had died a different death—burned, fell from a building, hacked, stabbed, poisoned, hanged...
Everyone was fiercer and more cruel than the last.
