"Hmm?" Hearing this greeting, Huang Xiaolong and others turned around together.
Behind them, several fierce ghosts had appeared.
At the forefront was a purple-clad fierce ghost, followed by several blue-clad ghosts, all of them looking miserable; however, in the depths of their ghostly eyes, a smug expression emerged.
"Who are you?" Huang Xiaolong sneered. "What, suddenly stopping this lord, do you have something to say? This lord does not recognize you! Kekeke~~~"
Huang Xiaolong, playing the part of a capricious Ghost King, was quite lifelike.
Qingqing and the others couldn't help but want to laugh.
"Oh, His Excellency the Ghost King, may I have a word with you in private?" The purple-clad fierce ghost, appearing as a middle-aged man, gave Huang Xiaolong a slight bow, but without much respect.
This was after all a busy district, and although the living could not see them, it truly was somewhat inconvenient to discuss matters here.
