Clusters of green ghostly fire appeared, and the forest not far away looked unspeakably creepy under the green glow.
The night was deep, the moon obscured by clouds, and such a scene suddenly emerging in the wilderness could easily scare someone to death.
Soon, Lu Chuan saw four little ghosts with white faces and rosy cheeks carrying a sedan chair towards him, an eerie sight to behold.
Having walked a distance, it seemed that the small ghosts were too slow, and the figure seated in the chair directly flew out.
She was clad in red, with a red cloth covering her head, her hands and feet paper white, and a bell hanging from her left ankle, which emitted not the sound of tinkling bells, but a series of heart-thumping ghostly wails with the blowing wind.
This was a thousand-year vengeful ghost!
Lu Chuan immediately made up his mind, and he became nervous, unsure if his powers were sufficient to subdue this millennium-old female ghost.
