The evil ghosts prostrated themselves on the solid ice and worshiped their ghost clan leader in awe.
Xuanruo, the beautiful and enchanting leader of the ghost tribe, stood on the tall altar made of ice, enjoying the life of the few humans offered to her by the evil ghosts.
The frightened people collapsed softly to the ground after their life was sucked out. Their cheeks and limbs began to wither.
Xuanruo closed her eyes, the cold wind blew her rose-like cheeks, and her seaweed-like hair was messy and flying in the cold wind.
After a moment, she suddenly opened her beautiful green crystal eyes, slightly opened her pale pink lips, and spit out a white ball of light, then the second, and the third...
Luo Yue, the high priest of the ghost tribe who was serving beside him, waved his hand lightly, and the light balls flew up and floated in his palm. Then he sent the light balls into the mouths of the dead one by one.
Then the corpse started to move. They opened their eyes and stood up unsteadily.
The evil spirits cheered, and their leader created new evil spirits...
Intention: People's greatest fear is to face people's hearts directly