Calm

When they looked up, they saw a woman who was dressed in rags but had a stunningly beautiful face lying on the soft couch with a crutch in one hand and a playful and devilish grin on her face.

They were startled by the woman's cold eyes and instinctively wanted to flee. However, when they wanted to quickly float out of the room, the woman set the crutch in her hand on the ground after she finished speaking, and a soul array appeared, trapping them inside.

"Do you think you can get away now that you're here?" Feng Jiu squinted and looked at the ghosts.

"Aah! Let us out! Who are you? There's no enmity between us. Why do you want to harm us?"

Feng Jiu chuckled as she listened to the ghosts' cries. Her hand moved to the bottle gourd on her waist, which had been given to her by her sister Wanyan Qianhua. She unscrewed the lid and aimed the mouth of the gourd at the ghosts.