The eerie Yin wind swept past, and the temperature suddenly dropped.
The two ghosts couldn't help but marvel at Chu Yi's compliance, so they took him and Ji Xuexin away.
Just as both sides harbored ulterior motives, thrilled by their own schemes, a figure in the distance, pursued by a horde of ghosts, sprinted towards them at breakneck speed.
As the figure drew closer, they saw it was a middle-aged man, drenched in blood. Half of his face was stripped of skin, revealing raw flesh and bone.
Only a faintly familiar countenance allowed Chu Yi to recognize him: Han Yuan, the City Lord of Taiping City.
At this moment, this once-powerful figure from a Noble Family was in a wretched state, his Mana utterly depleted. He sliced off a tumor growing on his arm and shaved away tendrils sprouting from his face. Upon seeing Chu Yi, tears of joy streamed down his face as he exclaimed excitedly, "Brother Chu, save me!"
Behind him trailed a group of other figures, all nobles.
