Those ghosts wandered on the grave one by one, with green faces and fangs, extremely terrifying, and there were too many, densely connected into a group, and they could not see at first sight, just like the crowded downtown of Kaihua City. The only difference is that the people in this downtown are surprisingly quiet.

Before their death, these ghosts suffered all kinds of pain. Those who could be buried in this mass grave were either starved to death to death by hungry people, or poor families near Kaihua City were buried or thrown into this mass grave after death. The bodies were dragged out by wild dogs and eaten away. Naturally, they accumulated endless resentment, so they looked ferocious and extremely fierce. It was because Wengchai was attracted by this that he came here to exchange his ten-year life for the energy of these sinister souls for his own use.

But seeing Weng Chai suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a big tongue full of holes. He roared to the sky, and the wind was howling in the sky. The faint figures of the ghosts swept, with extremely painful expressions on his face, and one by one made a shrill scream.

The sound resonated with deafening. Master Qingxu was so scared that he trembled with his heart. But the sound came directly into his heart. A cold came, and the blood in his body boiled and drilled into his forehead. In an instant, a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the mouth and nose of Master Qingxu. The expression on his face seemed even more painful than those ghosts. He wanted to scream in a flash, but he didn't dare, because Wengchai had given him thousands of instructions to him before, and no sound could happen no matter what happened. He had to suppress the fear in his heart. His legs became weak and he knelt on the ground. He hugged his head tightly with his hands, but he still couldn't dispel the ghost cry in his mind. Finally, his body fell down and buried his entire head on the ground.

With Weng Chai's roar, the black gas surrounding the grave quickly wrapped around the bodies of the ghosts and swept towards Weng Chai. The ghosts were extremely afraid and wanted to escape the shattered slap of the black gas. However, they could not struggle and could only let the black gas coerced to gather in the direction of Weng Chai.

The ghosts closest to Weng Chai merged into the black air, turned into a wisp of black smoke and drilled into the extremely thick pores around Weng Chai. Then, the ghosts merged into the black air and were quickly sucked into Weng Chai's pores.

I don’t know how long it took, but the shrill wailing gradually disappeared. Qingxu Demon Dao, who was frightened and trembled like a sieve, slowly raised his head and looked around in panic. He guessed that the yin energy on the grave disappeared at any time, only the place where Weng Chai was was wrapped in a thick black gas.
Chapter completed!