the great ghost king
bai wushang was walking alone under the candlelight on the dim yellow road.
listening to it, there was the sound of liquid dripping. it was like dew, but also like the saliva of some creature.
there seemed to be insects crawling in the cracks of the eaves and walls, accompanied by the sound of flapping wings, which was a bit scary.
in such an environment, a master without any courage or strength would probably be in a panic, so nervous that every hair on his body would stand up.
bai wushang was still fine. with all his senses activated, he could easily identify the monsters lurking in the dark.
the ogre brothers, the eyeless zombie, the fearsome demon spirit, the three-horned lizard snake ...
anyone who got close to him would express certain thoughts about him.
or perhaps, it was a species that he had never seen before.
all of them ... would inevitably suffer!
bai wushang did not come here to play.