The sky and earth are without light, ghostly wails echo...
The crowds of spirits in ancient attire gather more and more, flickering in and out of sight, expressionless as they approach the manor.
Amidst the howling yin wind, faint voices can be heard,
"Huan, it's dark, rest early..."
"Father, get up and drink some medicine..."
"Mother, what is that sound outside, Yuan'Er is scared..."
And as these voices resound, black liquid like blood seeps from the hollow eyes and mouths of these spirits, their expressionless faces gradually turning ferocious.
"Roar!"
Suddenly, the roar of a tiger shatters the silence, vibrating through the night.
Immediately after, a massive creature leaps fiercely from the manor's wall, blue flames blazing in its pupils, padded softly on the snowy ground, growling lowly.
Squeak~
The wooden door of the manor slowly opens, Zhang Kui, with the Lu Li sword strapped on his back, strolls out, looking up at the snowy night sky.
