Beep beep beep… Lin Han stared at his cell phone in shock. After three long seconds of astonishment, his hand abruptly shot into the sky, “Director Zhou, it’s ringing!”

Just then, an intense chill swept across their heads, and he instantly retracted his hands. Even then, he continued to hold his cell phone up midway, shaking it slightly.

Meanwhile, a female ghost carrying a lantern drifted up from the ground right in front of their very eyes. She elegantly straightened out the hem of her kimono, feebly concealing the countless snake-like tails that were squirming about beneath.

“[In Nipponese] Delicious food--…” She ran her fingers gently across her lips. But before she could go on, her body suddenly contorted and vanished with a flourish of netherflames.

Zhou Xianlong slowly withdrew his hand. But rather than to respond to Lin Han’s earlier victorious cry, he simply turned to stare at the rest of the city.

He could sense the movements of over a hundred Hellguard-class Yin spirits. It was a chilling sight. There were clearly over a hundred Hellguard-class Yin spirits swooping about menacingly right here in Martial City, and he could even tell that not a single one of them originated in Cathay!

What the hell...