The incense smoke filled the air, and the ground was dotted with burning incense sticks.
The candlelight illuminated the surroundings, giving a bit of an underworld vibe.
Chen Qing felt no fear.
This was his territory, yet so many evil ghosts had nested here.
Since he was already here, he might as well tidy things up thoroughly, preventing them from causing trouble in his domain.
Sensing Chen Qing's presence, the evil ghosts in the entire market began to wail, especially one with blurred bloody facial features, whose crying sent a shiver down Chen Qing's spine.
Listening to the wailing sound by his ear, Chen Qing shouted angrily, "Quiet!"
Upon hearing Chen Qing speak, hundreds of evil ghosts fell silent, not daring to make any unnecessary noise, fearing they might be obliterated by this Lord Yinsi in a fit of anger.
Chen Qing looked around; ghostly figures dared not howl in the wind and were all quietly kneeling on the ground.
