'Ka ka ka-'
Everyone was so scared that their legs were trembling and their bodies were trembling.
As the woman laughed, the ghostly shadow moved quickly in the hall like the wind.
The old Daoist sensed the strong demonic Qi in the area and shielded his two disciples behind him like a hen protecting its chicks.
His strength couldn't even withstand a single blow from the ghost King of the netherworld, and he soon couldn't hold on much longer.
At this moment, song qingjiang held his hand and pulled him gently.
The old Daoist was pulled back half a step, making room for him.
In a flash, she was already standing in front of the crowd.
The ghostly shadow shuttled back and forth between the crowd, changing its appearance every moment.
Auntie Wu and the others were so shocked that they didn't even dare to breathe. They could only roll their eyes and look at the flashing ghostly shadows, afraid that the ghost King of the netherworld would possess their bodies.
