"You dare to play tricks?"
Ji Shuisheng shouted coldly and poured a bucket of water on the black shadow. The black shadow pounced at him, and its pale face met Ji Shuisheng's. The black-clothed ghost's hands were like eagle claws, revealing sharp nails as it reached for Ji Shuisheng's face. However, before it could touch Ji Shuisheng, it was splashed by a bucket of water.
"Ahem."
Caught off guard, the ghost choked and coughed. He was exposed, so Ji Shuisheng did not give him a chance to react. He smashed the bucket on his head and knocked the ghost to the ground.
"Who is playing tricks here?"
Ji Shuisheng pulled out his Phoenix Saber and pressed it against the black-robed ghost's neck. His cold voice was filled with killing intent.
"Let him go."
A low growl sounded from behind Ji Shuisheng. Soon, dozens of people appeared in the courtyard. The people in the front row held weapons and ordered Ji Shuisheng to let him go.
