Yin Ping was huddled close to the other three and their faces were deathly pale. Despair flashed in their eyes when they saw the never-ending wave of ferocious ghosts.

“Yin Ping, are we really going to turn into food for these creatures?!” the young lady of the Ying Family cried. “I don’t want to die! Please!” 

“No! We won’t die!” Yin Ping suppressed the fear in her heart. “My father definitely knows that we have entered the Netherworld. They will come in here to save us!” 

Looking at the endless tide of ferocious ghosts, she started to doubt her own words. Was her father really able to save them?

Even if he managed to charge his way in, they might already have been eaten by the ferocious...