While secretly criticizing, the Meng family's Chief Steward and those little ghosts carrying the sedan chair were clearly in a sorry state. The little ghosts, illuminated by the golden light, let out miserable cries as the yin qi on their bodies started disintegrating inch by inch.
Just moments ago, yin qi had enveloped the ground with a chilling power. Now, it didn't even dare to come close.
More terrifying was the Chief Steward. Being alive, encountering Monkey Wine was even more painful. At first, he quickly tore off his sleeve, and later, he severed his hand without hesitation. But now, he felt more and more pain and itching on his body.
This was just the initial contact, yet he felt as if his entire body was covered in invisible flames, burning here and hurting there. The more he slapped at himself, the worse it seemed to get, as if his whole body was ablaze.
