He stood beside Xu Yang, a Chinese cigarette hanging from his mouth, exemplifying the phrase "bully aided by powerful connections," and sneered, "I follow King Biancheng, one of the Ten Halls of Yama in the Netherworld, and my master is a registered disciple of King Biancheng... How dare you try to mess with me?"
At this moment, those two ghosts could no longer care about King Biancheng or King Qinguang.
Their eyes were fixed on the iron hammer in Xu Yang's hand, shaking with fear, pleading, "Master Iron Hammer, please spare our lives... In my lifetime, I was a courtesan skilled in singing, dancing, and various arts of the bedroom... If Master Iron Hammer is willing to spare my life, I swear to stick by your side for countless lives to come, serving you as a loyal servant!"
"Ding!"
"The female ghost is frightened. Virtue Points +20, Classical Dance +1."
The female ghost fell to her knees on the ground.
