A scholarly-looking man appeared in the void.
With a sickly smile on his face and a slightly bloodthirsty look in his eyes, he coldly chuckled at Zhu Fei:
"Truly a fine sacrifice for the ghosts, boy, you're out of luck running into me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a booklet suddenly appeared in the scholar's hand.
The booklet was entirely black, with countless grotesque and twisted faces wailing on the surface, emanating a chilling, sinister, and malevolent aura of death.
As the scholar flipped through the booklet, those grotesque and twisted faces suddenly magnified in Zhu Fei's pupils, wailing as they rushed directly towards him!
Zhu Fei squinted slightly, and his right eye suddenly blinked gently.
A faint blue flame, glimmering with light, suddenly leaped out from Zhu Fei's right eye, instantly meeting those twisted, grotesque faces of agony!
"Sizzle—"
The sound was like being incinerated by fire.
