Those resentful spirits are all the wrongfully dead buried here.
The next day, the Fierce Ghost possessed the person transporting corpses, smoothly entering the city.
At midnight, in the wealthy household, screams were heard repeatedly, and flames began to rise.
The doors were tightly locked, and not a single person escaped.
Yu Ziqing watched the Fierce Ghost slaughter, seeking revenge, seeing the wealthy lord torn to shreds, his expression unchanged, without any sense of satisfaction from great vengeance achieved, he merely thought that such things shouldn't exist.
At this moment, Yu Ziqing landed on the ground and suddenly felt a sense of being grounded.
He extended a hand, touched the wall, and his hand was able to feel it.
Yu Ziqing looked around, somewhat mocking.
"What do you want to say? Show me a tragedy, but make it untouchable, and now you let me touch it, do you want me to stop it?
