"Tonight, I will slaughter the entire Mo family; not a single one of you here will escape!"
The resolute voice, carrying waves of hatred, spread through the air into everyone's ears.
This voice, all too familiar.
Upon hearing this, everyone glanced at each other, seeing shock in the other's eyes, and finally, they looked up ahead.
They saw that the swarm of lonely ghosts that had been rushing forth were now neatly lined up in two rows, emitting spine-chilling cries, a grand welcome from a hundred ghosts that was alarming to the heart.
Stepping out from between the rows of ghosts was a tall woman.
Dressed in a bright yellow robe, her hair tied up high, the black flower of death on her left temple was particularly eye-catching. If Zheng Chuyi in red was enchanting and playful, then Zheng Chuyi at this moment was completely demonized, oozing a ghostly qi that penetrated the soul.
"Zheng Chuyi?!" Tong Zhi recovered from her shock, staring incredulously at Zheng Chuyi.