The unlucky ghost: "Strange, why did they suddenly stop moving? Could it be that they were controlled by the white-haired female ghosts?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the corpses that had stopped for a moment started moving again.
The unlucky ghost: "…"
The flirtatious ghost finally found her broken neck and slapped the unlucky ghost's head. "Knowing that you're unlucky, stop talking!"
The cowardly ghost had already retreated to Amelia's side and hugged her. He frowned and said, "These white-haired female ghosts are abnormal. They can even swallow the Soul Retrieving Gourd…"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the King of Hell's Palace creaked, and a cold wind surged out. The slow-moving corpses became more agile and slowly surrounded them.
The unlucky ghost: "F*ck! They started moving right after I spoke. Do you have to do this!"
