Dusk fell, but not one that heralded the arrival of night. Rather, it was the gathering of a mass of dark clouds that blotted out the sun.

A sinister wind began to blow inside the manor, filling the complex with an eerie, ghostly aura.

Lu Yun’s group shivered at the rising atmosphere, Ashu being the sole exception. In fact, there was even a hint of enjoyment on the holy lord’s face.

“The ghost king here is very powerful. Everyone needs to be careful,” Ashu calmly warned after a glance at the dark clouds above.

His was a special existence. Not a man, not a ghost, and not a zombie, but a living dead, a mausoleum keeper. If he were determined to conceal himself, very few people would be able to sense his presence, ghost kings...