That night.
It was a dark and windy night.
Xu Yang, carrying a hammer, entered the broken temple.
He searched all around, not sparing any corner, saying things like "hide well," "found you," and "I'll hammer you to death when I find you," as he mentally oppressed the four female ghosts!
"Ding!"
"A female ghost was frightened, +20 merit points."
"Ding!"
"A female ghost was frightened, +30 merit points."
"Ding..."
The four female ghosts hid in the shadows, restraining their Yin energy, not daring to move at all.
The black-nailed female ghost was hiding in a pottery jar, which was casually thrown in a corner, inconspicuous.
She curled up in the jar as Yin energy, trembling as she listened to the approaching footsteps... only to belatedly breathe a sigh of relief when the footsteps retreated.
However, in the next moment, the pottery jar was suddenly grabbed.
An eye appeared above the jar opening.
"Haha, found you!"
