Chapter 595: You Are Old Wang|8

Old Wang sat on the ground holding his head and yelling for a while, then he just stopped. He felt that his voice seemed to be unable to pass out of the room, or perhaps his son was angry and, hearing his shouts, decided not to care anymore; continuing to shout further seemed utterly futile.

But the moment he thought about the scene he had just witnessed, Old Wang's body began to tremble violently. Although he believed in ghosts and deities, he had never seen one in his decades of life. It was truly too frightening, especially with that red-dressed female ghost stretching out her blood-drenched tongue and licking his face repeatedly.