On the street, the Painted Skin Ghost that had become part of the weather, had no power to resist the Ghost holding the Silver Lock.
The Painted Skin Ghost was tightly bound by the Silver Lock and lay on the ground, wailing continuously.
The Ghost's face was ferocious, showing no mercy, wishing it could slay the ghost on the spot.
Yibai, who had been watching on the side, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He lifted his snake-like head and looked at the image of this Ghost, speculating something in his heart.
But he did not speak out of turn to interrupt, intending to leave this place.
The Ghost blocked Yibai's way, a forced smile appearing on its ferocious face, and while holding the Silver Lock, it spoke, "Dragon breed, thank you for finding this ghost. This ghost has not escaped, all thanks to the Dragon breed. I will report this matter truthfully to the City God."
The Ghost seemed to try to be polite, but the more it did, the more ferocious it looked.
