Master Wu's body, like a piece of tattered cloth lifted by a strong wind, traced a beautiful arc in the eyes of the onlookers.
Then with a loud thud…
He fell at the doorway of the Jiang Family living room.
Master Wu's head hit the threshold hard, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The spectacle left everyone with faces painted with horror.
"Holy shit…"
"What, what happened?"
"Could it be, could there really be a ghost?"
"The old patriarch of the Jiang Family wouldn't be so reluctant to leave, still lingering here, would he?"
"Isn't this, this just too frightening?"
"I thought they said there are no ghosts anymore…"
"Broad daylight, and still so terrifying!"
"No, no more, I want to go home, I want to go home!"
All the guests who had come were suddenly in an uproar, scrambling, and each turned to run towards the doorway, unwilling to stay a second longer.
