บท 1908: Attack

With a wave of her hand, little balls of fire appeared in Feng Wu's palms and floated into the air.

They immediately lit up the pitch-black hall, and everyone could see around them.

"Ahhh —"

Someone screamed even louder.

Feng Liu yelled, "Argh!!! Ghosts! Ghosts!"

A middle-aged ghost was behind her and was licking her ear with its long, sticky tongue.

"Ahhhh —" Feng Liu shook from head to toe. She jumped around in fear, scared out of her wits.

"How petty."

Ranmil smirked and took out a handful of soybeans.

"Die!"

Whoosh —

When she threw out the soybeans, the ghosts screamed.

Each bean had hit a ghost.

Moreover, Ranmil had aimed specifically at their noses.

When a bean shot into a ghost's nostril, the ghost froze on the spot before it turned into smoke…

Their nostrils were their weakest spot!

Whoosh!