"Ahhh, a ghost—"
Screams sounded in the dark night. The constables were so frightened that they ran in all directions. However, no matter which direction they ran, there were female ghosts blocking their way.
"No, don't kill me…" A constable tripped. Then, he felt something crawling on his back. That thing was like a poisonous snake slowly slithering up his body. He didn't dare to move.
Suddenly, his body stiffened up and slowly fell to the side. Blood slowly flowed out of his temple, dyeing the moonlight red.
The constables died one by one…
Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong walked out of the darkness and looked at the head constable running away in front of them with a wicked smile.
The two of them had deliberately let that person go. If he went back, he would definitely report that the constables were killed by ghosts. That way, they would not come harming the villagers again.