"Ow..."
"Ah..."
"Hungry..."
"Hahaha..."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
One after another, ghostly apparitions howled and wailed as they zoomed towards the human world!
Bai Mo stood atop a fire cloud, observing silently amidst the torrent of ghosts.
He saw that these ghosts were, in fact, skeletons, their robes stitched together from leaves, shrouded in a dense ghostly aura.
His four fox disciples wore Immortal Qi vine armor, riding on fire clouds, all with solemn expressions.
Little Flower Arm held a pot of purple bellflowers, his brow furrowed tightly.
Black Star held a branch of Purple Earth Dragon stems, eyes wide open.
White Earrings held a pot of Timid Daisy, tilting her head, eyes glancing around... Why weren't these ghostly messengers attacking them?
