Ahead, numerous wandering souls, half-translucent in form, knelt densely packed. There seemed to be five or six hundred of them, and many drifted out towards that yellow-clay house, subsequently kneeling towards the back.
At this moment, Zi Ya also noticed the issue; she looked at Shi Feng with an incredulous expression and said, almost in disbelief, "Are they worshipping you?"
"Naturally." Shi Feng spoke, then turned towards an elderly ghost at the very front and asked, "Do you know where this is? How did you all die?"
