Moreover, he was certain that these "Nine Ghosts" like them were by no means good men and women. Their inaction now did not mean they posed no threat, as they had heard the bloodcurdling scream of the Ghost-faced Priest before his death loud and clear.
At this point, the ceremony entered its next stage. The many Ghost-faced Priests faced the central stage, some kneeling, some standing, beginning a dance Yang Xiao had never seen before. Although the drumming had stopped, a few other instruments started playing together, pushing the weird atmosphere of the night to its climax.
He didn't know what would happen next, but he was sure something big, the kind of event that cost lives, was about to unfold.
