In a cavern within the mountain, a figure was pressed tightly against the rock wall.
Listening to the wails and screams from outside, his back was drenched in a cold sweat.
He was a gaunt man, his features obscured by a mask.
The mask itself wasn't unusually shaped, but it bore the image of a human face.
A face so well-proportioned, yet painted on a mask, created an extremely peculiar sight. With the man actually wearing it, the feeling was indescribably bizarre and eerie.
This was the leader of the Sang Mountain Seven Face, the Human-faced Ghost!
But at this moment, the Human-faced Ghost completely lacked the composure of his station. He just felt he was cursed with the worst luck imaginable.
He had been ordered here to ensure the cooperation between the Hundred Ghosts Hall and the Dragon Emperor Hall proceeded smoothly.
Who could have possibly imagined that, out of nowhere, that scourge Fang Shuwen would come storming in?!
