My God, Tommy DeVito is their belief!

Cain and his companions hastily pursued, eventually catching up to the ghosts summoning the chosen ones. 

However, they were not brought to the residence of the Fierce Ghost Association but rather to a nearby abandoned building.

It was a dimly lit house filled with many chosen ones lined up in a queue.

At the front, a white, bone-made square table was positioned, behind which sat a Fierce Ghost, looking stern. On the table, a large white leg bone supported a gigantic eyeball, emitting a ghostly green light, illuminating the entire room.

The previous enthusiasm of the wicked ghosts had seemed so intense that it was almost eerie. Contrarily, the present somber scene felt more like a return to the normal ambiance of the horror world.

This change made everyone's hearts beat faster.

Could the earlier warmth have been a facade, hiding some underlying plot? The chosen ones were very cautious and somewhat afraid to step forward.