The ghost miasma around began to twist madly, with the Yin wind howling continuously, as if venting some kind of anger.
At this moment, Yin Meng raised his hand, and the ghost miasma suddenly thinned considerably, with ghost energy starting to overflow and spread outward.
No matter how remote this place is, it's still in a town, and there are quite a few residents nearby.
The ghost energy spreading out, when it contacts living people, can not only kill them but also imprison their souls, transforming them into walking corpses.
Yin Meng faced Run Sheng, his palm slightly shaking, as if using the ordinary people of the town to threaten Run Sheng.
The implication is, if you keep entangling me, then this town...
"Clap!"
Yin Meng's upper body was behind, his lower body ahead, once again avoiding Run Sheng's shovel by forcefully pulling himself back; the spot he stood on earlier had been smashed into a pit by Run Sheng, with stones crushed into powder.
