"PLOP~"
The Monk, like a reanimated corpse, planted his hands on the ground and forcefully pulled his face out of the dirt.
Ruchen had taken the Ghostly Realm head-on. He was truly thick-skulled.
However, the people of Jingtang Town paid no attention to the "risen from the dead" Ruchen. They had grabbed their makeshift weapons and were heading for Cuihua's house.
'She's still alive?'
By the time Zheng Xiu and Ruchen rushed over...
A shocking scene was already unfolding.
Nearly a hundred people had blocked the street, packing it tight.
Some were boarding up the door and windows from the outside.
Others were splashing oil on the residence.
A torch was lit.
In the blink of an eye, a raging inferno completely engulfed the dilapidated house.
"You bastards!"
The moment Ruchen saw this, his anger exploded. He looked like an Evil Ghost himself.
"Everyone, look over here~"
Ruchen suddenly became coy and delicate. His steps were light as he danced through the crowd.
