Everyone was already like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow. Hearing the footsteps, their scalps suddenly went numb, and layers of goosebumps crawled up from their backs and spread all over their bodies.
As they trembled, another group of people emerged from the thick fog and scattered the green afterimages formed by the ghosts.
The leader was the tall and strong song Changqing. He held the tied bag in one hand and carried a thin and trembling man in the other, like an eagle catching a chicken.
"Master!"
When he saw Daoist priest song and the others, he heaved a huge sigh of relief.
"I've finally found you."
However, the moment they saw him, their eyes widened.
His shadow emerged from the shadow of 'song Changqing', which was formed by the first ghost. The' song Changqing 'gradually distorted and faded. With his appearance, it gave people the feeling that another' song Changqing 'had appeared in the fog after the ghost had dispersed.
