To take an uncommon path, then let's tread the Yin Road.
Yan Qishan has walked this road for the second time, well-prepared psychologically, and stuck close to Qin Liuxi, yet it was difficult for Wen Fulin and Zhang Hua, who had notions of strange forces and gods etched deep into their bones.
They never thought that the road Qin Liuxi would take was a Ghost Road, which was even more terrifying than the ghostly face on Zhang Hua's back.
Especially when they walked and walked until Qin Liuxi halted their advance. With this pause, the ghosts with their bizarre deaths swarmed towards them like wolves drawn to flesh.
If it weren't for their fear of Qin Liuxi, the Little Evil God of the Yin Road, the several living persons might have been torn to pieces.
"Why aren't we going?" Zhang Hua huddled his head, crying out loud.
Annoyed by his wailing, Qin Liuxi sealed his mouth and said, "Why go? Blocking the way and causing a delay at an inauspicious time, do you want to die?"
