Suming and Zhao Yun were completely dumbfounded, their scalps numb with terror.
From the sounds of it, those red-clothed women—or whatever they were—almost completely surrounded the courtyard they were in, likely numbering over a hundred, perhaps even several hundred.
"I told you, there might be lots and lots of little monsters jumping out in this damn place, and yet, Mr. Zhao, you scorned me!" Suming said irritably.
"I..." Zhao Yun was also frustrated. He could never have imagined that a common Ming and Qing dynasty architectural complex could house so many ghostly entities. It was beyond any rational explanation. "All right, all right, I was wrong. Damn these dog-things, what the hell are these creatures?"