"Young Master Lu!?"
Duan Huanzhen exclaimed in surprise as he saw Lu Zheng and Shen Ying appear, standing in a corner of the Mountain God Temple.
The female ghost also saw the two and her pupils contracted sharply. In the next moment, her figure was enveloped in a swirl of black smoke, retreating straight toward the back of the Mountain God Temple.
However, as she turned her head, she saw wisps of pink mist drifting in the corridor leading to the back. Although it seemed harmless, she could sense the sharp killing intent contained within.
It was definitely not something she could resist.
A master!
A great master!
There's no escape!
Thinking of this, the female ghost's face turned ashen, cursing her colleagues thousands of times in her heart, but she could only turn back, surrendering herself.
