A Skirmish With A Rakshasa!
…. Eww, are there really things like….Ghosts?" Hui Lang responded, cringing. Yeah, as he had tagged along with the Eight Drunken Immortals, they had filled his head with stories of ghosts and how humans were terrified of them back on earth.
"Blackie, are you afraid of ghosts?" Donghai was surprised too as Hui Lang was not just some simple figure in his figure. Chuckling, he added, "See, you have been guarding the Naihi Bridge of the Underworld for over a million years. And you had come across multiple human death souls daily. So afraid not, ghosts exist but as the dead souls."
"So Ghosts are the dead souls!" Hui Lang said with total disbelief.
Donghai saw an old-looking castle far at the end of the town.
"The smoke is from that place. Tu Er, go over there," he said and the group of three soon reached the rusty gate covered with dust and spiderwebs.