Xie Qiao sat in the carriage and shook the soul-summoning bell in her hand. When she saw that the dark energy around her was getting stronger and stronger, she thought it was about time.
Now that the coachman was gone, Xie Qiao did not panic. She put on her hat and rode the carriage away leisurely.
Not long after, Xie Congshan woke up in the small courtyard.
Young Master Cao thought that the person was dead and wished that he could stay far away from him. However, this person suddenly stood up, scaring him out of his wits and causing him to shriek loudly.
Xie Congshan opened his eyes wide in shock, and then…
"Ahh!" He fell back to the ground!
He started crawling!
What were these things?!
T-There were dead souls?!
In front of him, a red-clothed female spirit walked over with her head in her hands. That head stuck out her tongue and blinked. Then, she hovered around Xie Congshan.