Have you ever seen yin souls knocking on the gates?

Well, you'll see it today!

If sweet potato were to speak to those witnessing the scene at Menghu Pass, it would likely be these two sentences.

Xinghun Sect is unlike Shousui, Negative Spirit, walking ghost, theft disaster, or others that set up the altar or invite gods, often showcasing grand abilities that astound people.

Nor does it resemble the trick door, which requires "audiences" to display its trump card.

The skills of Xinghun Sect are mostly conducted away from people, as preparations involve many secret techniques that can't be exposed, ensuring that when they act, they preferably do so when the other party hasn't seen them, solving them quietly.

But sweet potato is dissatisfied.

With a bit of a showman's temperament, she was clearly stifled, wanting to be on stage but stuck in the corner doing private work, long dissatisfied.

Thus, this time she broke the convention representing Xinghun Sect.

With enough spectators around, backed by seniors, and familiar faces and ghosts watching her, what is there to fear?

Cause a ruckus!

At a command, the yin souls and little ghosts that had just scattered woke up, turned their heads, regrouped, and surged toward Menghu Pass.

There was even a vague intention to show off in front of those Golden Armored Warriors, as if soliciting favor.

However, they probably didn't know that although those officials are imposing, they are only acting under orders.

As the three eerie paper men floated back into the night sky, within the human head formation, each pair of cold, dead eyes turned to gaze sinisterly into Menghu Pass.

The previously stagnant eerie vengeful aura now surged like thawed tides, rushing upon the gates.

To the naked eye, Menghu Pass seemed shrouded by descending clouds, the vast gateway seemingly plunged into the netherworld, large blue bricks coated with a layer of frost, amidst the haziness, countless ghostly shadows flooded the gateway.

"Quick... grab the pot ash..."

"Quick... beat the drums..."

"Rooster... where is the rooster, quickly bring it here..."

Facing this overwhelming, fearsome vengeful aura, those within Menghu Pass, including the Path practitioners and stationed troops, now seemed plunged into a nightmare.

Everyone started to uncontrollably panic, their bodies growing cold, even wrapping in straw didn't help, lifting their heads to see only a sky filled with terrifying ghostly shadows rushing toward them.

Troops are brave, but they can block ghostly gods.

But there is a premise; courage is needed.

But now, at Menghu Pass, seeing more ghosts than people, how could any courage be gathered?

The foremost guards on the city walls merely glanced outside the gates, and saw countless dull, cold heads, eyes filled with a sea-like cold malice instantly overwhelming their minds.

Unknown how many people, upon being stared by the heads, shouted once, their bodies abruptly cold, dazedly falling off the city walls.

Before even hitting the ground, they were already dead.

And those not directly stared by the heads merely felt the cold wind brushing their bodies layer by layer.

If every person has One Incense and three lamps, being blown by a breath of the cold wind weakens one lamp, once all three lamps extinguish, their lives end, they were virtually blown by countless little ghosts continuously.

Not to mention ordinary soldiers, even those with cultivation couldn't withstand.

These soldiers guarding the city were merely ordinary soldiers under the God-given King, yet still included valiant warriors, but now couldn't even hold their weapons, while the military men dao shu shi completely lost the courage to resist, only frantically screaming.

Scrambling for pot ash, hiding in the latrines, or clutching a rooster squatting in a corner, trembling, pale, muttering crazily, praying for dawn.

Fierce ghosts knocking at the gates, vengeful aura assaulting the city!

All had traversed the jianghu, seen the world, but now such a scene indeed hadn't been witnessed.

This sudden, rare event in the world made the various strange people within the Quzhou Path suddenly remember the fear they once felt when that little ancestor skillfully suppressed the group.

Curiously, despite all the commotion, the God-given King and his Futu Army remained completely silent.

Within the central camp inside the gates, utter silence, no sound heard.

"Oh dear, if we follow now..."

Correspondingly, outside the human head formation, the various troops displayed both urgency and excitement.

They watched this fierce ghost assault on the city, equally shocked and stunned, but then overjoyed, clearly seeing the human head formation had changed direction, and noting that Menghu Pass had plunged into chaos.

No doubt, if now they could march straight in, following the eerie ghostly soldiers' charge, they could break Menghu Pass, seizing this battle.

Unfortunately, the sweet potato's method of breaking the formation was too incompatible, the troops at Menghu Pass tormented by thousands of ghosts, definitely suffering, but outside ones dared not approach, equally unable to escape once near.

After all, theoretically speaking, she didn't break the formation, merely made this formation even more formidable...

Meanwhile, the two young misses from Impermanence Li Family displayed indescribable embarrassment, glanced at each other wanting to speak, yet ultimately remained silent.