The other fierce ghosts hardly escaped Tan Shuchang's search, and they were not as troublesome as the old ghost. Usually, at first sight, they were thrown into Tan Shuchang's sleeve.
As soon as Tan Shuchang appeared, the ghost on the other side paid a great homage, "City Lord, Sir!"
Tan Shuchang couldn't help but take a look.
He didn't recognize this ghost but had some impression; it followed his dog-headed strategist.
Hence, he had no choice but to stop his attack and instead asked aloud, "Just you alone?"
"Replying to Sir, after that bitter old ghost deceived us to let him in, he took the fierce ghosts and started slaughtering us everywhere. Fortunately, with the strategist's intervention, we scattered and fled, thereby escaping with our lives."
"Alright then, follow me," Tan Shuchang nodded.
"Thank you, City Lord, Sir!" The ghost was ecstatic, and then, it witnessed what it meant to pulverize.
Soon, Tan Shuchang's sleeve was stuffed with thirty ghosts.