"Yes, this is truly the Meng family…"
As the eerie ghostly figures appeared one by one, Hu Ma couldn't help but clench his teeth, feeling the invisible pressure emanating from them.
He should have understood. Killing a member of the Meng family was never going to be simple. They were a large and prosperous family, their fate lines incredibly significant, their blessings abundant. To kill them was always more than just killing a single person.
An item like the Yin General, which could overturn the incense table and destroy the Vengeful Ghosts summoned by the Meng family, seemed powerless against the Stewards who managed the ceremony tent. The Yin General could dominate the battlefield, but the threshold of the Meng family was too high for it to cross.
"You…"
Young Master Meng listened, now filled with rage. "You want me to run away?"
