Behind the Mountain Lord, there followed eleven ghosts, their bodies covered with corpse spots, including men, women, old and young alike. Leading them was a pregnant ghost, whose aura was not much less intimidating than that of Lin Baihu.
Seeing the appearance of the Mountain Lord, Little Miao couldn't help but let out a low growl.
However, its growl, compared to the massive presence of the Mountain Lord, was undoubtedly like the light of a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.
Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen's heart was filled with ecstatic joy for a moment.
The moment he first saw the scholar in the ruined temple, he realized it was a ghost under thrall.
The bigger one was yet to come.
Indeed, heaven rewards the diligent, and finally, his wait was over.
It was even a big cat that came into the temple with offerings.
Buy one, get twelve.
This wasn't a Mountain Lord, this was a living Buddha.