146 Ghost King

The people darted frantically, not giving a damn about anything. Trista looked at the figure in the distance resentfully and gritted her teeth. "How did he realise that I was just pretending to be a pitiful girl?" she weighed but couldn't find any clue. 

"Save me!" as she was fleeing with her full might, a miserable cry came from behind. She glanced from the corner of her eyes while still running. The group of vicious ghosts had already caught up to the people who left further behind, and now, they could only wait for these creatures to tear them apart bit by bit.

Trista didn't give those people a second look and continued to make her escape. In the meantime, three more people joined her, who weren't any slower than her. They exchanged glances with Trista and rushed alongside with her.