Huang Xiaolong and his wives headed straight for the hideout of "Master You".
Now, Huang Xiaolong had every reason to believe that "Master You" was involved with the terrifying hair ghost!
His wives wanted to accompany Huang Xiaolong for the spectacle and he didn't refuse them.
Several people squeezed into a car and drove to a desolate spot in the suburbs that was not often frequented by people.
This place was, astonishingly, a graveyard!
Under the gloomy moonlight, the tombs covered in overgrown weeds were standing tall like steamed buns, sending chills down their spines.
The fluorescent ghost flames fluttered like lanterns.
"Oh my, that Taoist is so sinister. Living in such a place. It's very scary. " Song Yuru huddled her arms, appearing a little cold, and moved close to Huang Xiaolong.
"Yuru, don't be afraid. Although this place seems scary, it's actually very harmless. There's not even a single tomb ghost or lone souls." Ma Chuxia laughed.
