The two men opened their eyes and stood up instantly. However, before they could move, they heard a strong wind, and the whistling sound was mixed with mournful and angry feelings.
"Why? Why won't you let us go? Why!"
It was an old and hoarse voice, with a hint of sharpness, and it was extremely clear in the night. It was not a woman's voice, but rather an old man's, but...
Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and she looked outside and said to Leng Shuang, "Don't go out if it's none of your business." As she spoke, she came to the table and sat down.
Hearing this, Leng Shuang was slightly stunned, replied yes, and came to stand behind her to guard her.
Outside, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe stood in the air with a Fuchen in his hand. A powerful spiritual energy was surging from him, as well as a holy light that was slightly different from spiritual energy.
On the ground, an old woman and an old man stood together, their faces covered with tears and unwillingness, and what permeated them was not rich spiritual energy, but gusts of cold wind.
"Let you go? Hahahaha, what a joke!"
The middle-aged man standing in the air laughed: "Humans and ghosts have different paths. If I hadn't met you, it would be fine. But if I did, I would definitely take you in!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved the whisk in his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy accompanied by sharp airflow and holy light rushed towards the bottom. In the air, only a sharp sound of "whoosh" was heard, and the old woman and the old man who were originally standing on the ground were also angered at this time.
"We did no harm to anyone when we were alive, but we died with resentment. Even after we died and turned into ghosts, we never harmed those who passed by. But you, who always talk about righteousness, don't even let us go. You keep saying that you want to take us in. If that's the case, we will kill you even if it means our souls will be shattered!"
The old man roared in grief and anger, as if he was a cultivator in his lifetime and became a ghost after death. The resentment in his body lingered and his yin energy was extremely heavy. As he roared, his whole body floated up, and the claws on his hands grew longer with a whoosh, grabbing towards the Taoist priest.
In the room, Leng Shuang couldn't help but open her eyes wide when she heard this. She looked at Feng Jiu and asked in a low voice: "Master, are these people ghosts?"
Fengjiu tapped the table and said softly, "Not entirely."
"Not all of them?" Leng Shuang was stunned. Suddenly, she remembered that her master said that only the child was normal. She couldn't help but ask, "Master, do you mean that only the child is human?"
“Yeah.” She responded, “Before I entered the door, I saw the presence of only one person, that little boy. His parents and grandparents must be dead, because I don’t feel any human presence here except us and the child.”
"But how is this possible? If it is a ghost, how can it bring a child?" Leng Shuang just felt incredible. In this world, there are humans, immortals, and of course ghosts. It is precisely because of the existence of these three things in heaven and earth that the three realms are formed.
"I haven't seen the other three ghosts, so I don't know what happened. But Yangyang's mother shouldn't be an evil ghost, and she really has no ill will towards us. Even the food we eat tonight is food we can eat, not sand conjured up by ghost eyes."
Hearing this, Leng Shuang remembered that when the vegetables and meat were served, the woman specifically said that they were wild vegetables and rabbit meat. Obviously, she knew at that time that her master could see that she was not a human being