The ghosts knew they had encountered a formidable enemy. If they continued, they might only end up surrendering. So, they decided to retreat, and an urgent and rhythmic clucking sound soon followed.
"We can't let them escape," Yang Ruxin shouted, realizing that the clucking sound was a signal, likely for retreat.
Gu Qingheng leaped over and struck the ghost that had made the sound with his palm.
The ghost hurriedly raised its hand to grab Gu Qingheng's, but before it could make contact, a huge force hit it, leaving no time to react.
With a loud bang, the ghost was sent flying, crashing to the ground, and in the process, it hit another ghost, causing both to hit the ground together.
Both ghosts let out wails of pain.
"Ghosts feel pain too?" Lun Dou's mouth formed an 'O' shape.
"Haha, they're fake ghosts," Huang Dou laughed, covering his mouth.
