On a night when the sky was pitch-black and the wind was howling, Second Master Han Ziyue finally picked the right moment, hitting the mark, and sneaked off toward the Han Family Ancestral Hall. In fact, Second Master Han's mood was quite complex at the moment, he seemed somewhat expectant, excited, yet also somewhat afraid, one could say that anxiety made up the largest part of his feelings.
After all, on this night so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of you, he was up to no good, and Second Master Han was very afraid that a ghost might suddenly appear. Who were the ghosts? Naturally, they were the resentful spirits and wandering ghosts who had died with grievances. Second Master Han had been afraid of these ghostly things since he was a child, and now here he was, mustering up the courage to walk toward the Han family's gathering place for dead ghosts. Could you blame him for being so frightened he was out of his mind?
