Seeing Yang Zipei's ghost standing still, the others also started shouting anxiously.
Yang Zipei shook his head, looking extremely difficult.
"What's up with him?"
Lu Fan noticed something was wrong and asked with a frown.
Huang Bin also looked at her with a confused face, somewhat confused about her current situation.
"No, there seems to be a very terrifying ghostly aura here."
Wenren Muxue, who had not opened his mouth for a long time, suddenly said in a deep voice.
"What?"
Before Lu Fan and others could react.
A pale face suddenly appeared behind Yang Zipei!
That face was extremely pale.
His face and facial features all looked extremely ferocious and terrifying!
It was as if a devil suddenly poked its head out from the abyss of hell. It was shockingly terrifying!
"Fuck!"
Huang Bin was the closest and was the most frightened.
He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, his face turned pale, and he screamed and backed away.
"You, what kind of monster are you?"
He looked at the pale human face in horror, his whole body trembling violently.
Jiang He and others were also shocked.
However, when they saw this face clearly, an extremely strange expression appeared on each of their faces.
They all seemed to have seen this face before.
"Yes, it's him!"
Jiang He was the first to react.
Others followed suit and their pupils shrank violently!
Especially Wenren Muxue, her eyes were staring closely at that pale face, with an expression as if she couldn't believe her own eyes!
"You're actually still here and haven't left?"
She murmured, staring at the face, trembling.
"Why should I leave?"
The face spoke.
That gloomy voice made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
Every word that comes out of your mouth is like scratching hard on the blackboard with your fingernails, which makes people get goosebumps all over their body and tremble from the depths of their souls!
"You all know him?"
Lu Fan noticed the reactions on these people's faces and asked with some confusion.
"We've seen it before, we've just seen it before..."
Jiang He murmured and said: "The man in white, that swordsman, died in the hands of this person. He personally chopped off the head of the man in white with a knife!"
"boom!"
One sentence was like a flat thunder, which made Lu Fan unable to react for a long time.
He stared blankly at the white face: "Are you saying that the man in white died after his head was beheaded by this man?"
He is not afraid of this thing.
But if this is really the case, how terrifying must the strength of this white-faced man be?
Taken together, these people are probably no match for him.
Why does such a monster exist in the abyss of Shifang City?
"Black sandstorm..."
Lu Fan was suddenly startled, and he somewhat came to his senses.
"Haha, I didn't expect that you would actually summon spirits here."
The white-faced man sneered and spoke: "I never thought that in front of the orphans of Shifang City, you would dare to use soul-calling methods to revive your friends in the secret realm of Ziyue Valley?"
"Don't you know that in this Shifang City, in addition to you lonely ghosts, there are also us, who have also been trapped here for thousands of years. Today, we finally see the day of regaining life?"