The young man was scared out of his wits. He knew he had run into a ghost.
In the past, he had often heard of the legends of ghostly foxes and spirits, and he had always been interested in them. However, he did not expect that they would be so terrifying when he actually encountered them.
The young man's only thought now was to quickly escape this place and find a place with many people to hide.
The more people there were, the more Yang Qi there would be. Even ghosts would be afraid of it. This was what the old man had said.
With this thought in mind, the young man rushed out of the vegetable garden and ran straight to the front door of the inn.
In the young man's opinion, although there were ghosts in the garden in the backyard of the inn, the front should be safe.
With a few hundred people gathered together, the Yang Qi was like the blazing sun. What ghost would dare to provoke them?