The night was really dark. As the wind howled outside, there were dark shadows every now and then appearing through the paper windows.
This would have seemed normal to Wang Yanglin on any other day. But after hearing the remarks just now, he was now somewhat nervous.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Yanglin stretched his body and reassured himself, "How could there be things such as ghosts in this world? Furthermore, my fellow brother disciples are all around. If any ghosts were to appear, they’d be knocked back to the afterlife in no time!"
In order to calm his mind, Wang Yanglin sat back on his bed and went back to his cultivation state.
It was dead silent outside.
Suddenly, Wang Yanglin’s eyes darted wide open. He had sensed the presence of something outside. But the opening of his eyes brought him an intense terror, as the shadow of a human figure was standing right outside his paper window shone through the moonlight.
