"Y-you... don't be ridiculous. That's just a legend. No one's ever seen one," Nalan Ziyun said, though her voice held no conviction.
"Alright, we can talk about the Ghost King later... but seriously, how can a few little ghosts scare you this badly? Even if your injuries haven't fully healed, wandering ghosts of this level couldn't possibly harm you. Besides, you're protected by a Spirit Level Talisman, so these little ghosts can't touch you anyway."
"What do you know? For a woman, being afraid of something doesn't mean it's stronger than her. Take cockroaches or caterpillars... Ugh, so disgusting! It's scary just thinking about them..." Nalan Ziyun stomped her foot again and again.
Shaking his head, Shen Lang looked up ahead. The endless ghost mist seemed drawn to them, slowly converging on their position.
The mist around them grew thicker and thicker, becoming almost tangible.
