Screams echoed throughout the courtyard, drawing countless gazes toward them.
At the same time, those black pillars of gas transformed into black banners, but what hung from the flagpoles were the corpses of those servants, not flags.
Such a ghastly and horrific scene shocked and terrified many prying eyes.
Meanwhile, Wei Qingxiao said calmly, "I don't care what happened, but as long as I'm here, I am the eldest daughter of the Wei Family. Did you all hear that clearly?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the prying eyes began to retreat in silence, and in an instant, everything returned to calm.
Xue An glanced at the wind-swayed skeletal remains and sighed softly, "It seems your situation is really not good!"
Wei Qingxiao gave a wry smile, "The Ghost Race is like this: if you show any sign of weakness, countless scoundrels will try to take advantage of it. Wei Yingying just now, and these servants, are the same!"
