Real World, Chen Family Manor.
The darkness enveloping the mansion grew increasingly thick, like a heavy and oppressive curtain.
The bonfire that burned Chen Hongye's corpse had long died down, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.
The swirling sinister wind lifted the paper money and ashes off the ground, spiraling around the Dharma Platform.
In the darkness, those ghost shadows previously driven back by Fang Cheng began to faintly reappear, letting out low, sinister cries of "Jie Jie".
They lingered in the corners, greedily spying on the living breath, seemingly eager to act.
In this eerie silence, two figures sat cross-legged, separated by dozens of meters.
Four more figures stood upright, scattered around one seated figure, encircling and protecting it tightly in the center.
Their eyes were vigilant, scanning the swirling dark shadows around them, dreading any approach of evil spirits.
"Sister Xiao Chu, what's happening?"
