Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…
Tan Shuchang wanted to ask a few more questions; after all, even the incarnation of the Death-speaking Yin God wasn't as special as this General Huai. Unfortunately, the instance didn't give him the time; as soon as it detected that the number of fierce ghosts within the instance seemed to be down to two, it immediately kicked Tan Shuchang out.
A multi-faction instance naturally required the existence of multiple factions; once the balance between factions was broken, it meant the game was over.
And Tan Shuchang didn't really care about this.
After all, first, he was used to it; second, the biggest harvest of this trip was already in his hands.
Seven ghost messengers, plus one fierce ghost of unknown origin, had just made up the number required for the second invocation of the fierce ghosts carrying the lotus.