A group of people turned around in shock, and indeed, they saw a shadow hovering in the air at the spot behind them where no one had been before. In the pitch-black night, it was so terrifying.
Everyone was very frightened. If what they saw wasn't a ghost, how should it be explained now?
"Ah, a ghost, it's really a ghost."
"Everyone, run quickly."
"Don't kill me, it has nothing to do with me."
After speaking, those people turned and wanted to run outside. Ling Zhenfei suddenly waved his hand, and the originally open door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Everyone was stunned, their faces were quite frightened, and there was even a sense of panic.
Ling Zhenfei said, "Everyone else, step aside. Debts have a source and grievances have a master. The ones I'm here for are these two!"
Ling Zhenfei's finger pointed at Old Zhu and Scarface. The others all felt a sense of relief and scampered onto the bed, with a few even covering themselves with blankets.
