"Only living people, no living breath left!"
Wang Shuazhu's narration made everyone in the lower cabin frown slightly.
Though it's a border guard station, it is not without various suppressing objects.
The entire station being wiped out is definitely not the act of an ordinary little ghost.
Daoist Wang Daoxuan stroked his beard, his face grave, "Living people standing stiff, fake smiles like puppets, shadows controlling souls... This is no ordinary demon. It resembles the Chang Ghost or Corpse Puppet arts nurtured in an Extremely Yin Land, but it's also different."
At this moment, the bearded Rakshasa leader also came down. Although he couldn't understand Wang Shuazhu's words, seeing the look of absolute terror on his face and his gesturing, along with the few words like "guard station" and "evil spirits" that he could guess, his face turned as pale as paper.
