As soon as Ma Long spoke, the ghosts in line simultaneously turned their gazes toward the martial artists!
The martial artists couldn't help but feel nervous.
Living people entering the Ghost Market need to cover their "living breath"; otherwise, they could easily be targeted by vengeful Yin spirits. There were plenty of tragic precedents for this, with most not making it out of the Ghost Market alive!
"No!"
"Sir is joking!"
One of them, sweating coldly, hurriedly said: "We are all genuine ghosts. We wear masks because we have ugly appearances and don't want to scare you."
Ma Long looked suspiciously and said, "Swear that if you're not a ghost, you won't die well. How about that?"
"???"
The martial artist hesitated, his face turning purple beneath the mask.
Ma Long continued, "You don't have to swear. You say you're a ghost, show me by pulling off your own head... I'll believe you if you can."
"...…"
The martial artists fell silent.
