The thousand-year-old Ghost trembled, too afraid to raise its head and meet Shen Cang’s gaze, humbled to the dust.

Little Taotie didn’t expect Head Grandpa to appear, just his words were enough to frighten these thousand-year Starved Ghosts. She ran to Shen Cang’s side, and with a direct reach, she hugged Shen Cang’s—thigh!

Yuanyuan’s eyes widened in shock!

Jiang Si’s pupils shook, and he held his breath.

Little Taotie lifted her small head, looking up at Shen Cang with admiration and affection, in a childish voice: "Head Grandpa, majestic!"

Shen Cang’s lips threatened to curl up, he snorted and moved his leg, "Little flatterer, let go."

"Got it!" Little Taotie obediently let go, like an assistant in a shop shouting a cheer, releasing her grip, big eyes blinking as she stared at Shen Cang, as if trying to see a flower blossoming out of him.

In fact, she did see flowers blooming, not just one, but a whole sea of flowers.

From Little Taotie’s perspective, Shen Cang’s head was filled with colorful flowers, swaying with the wind, clearly Head Grandpa was in such a good mood that... he could fly?

Because at that moment, a big red flower flew up, followed by petals scattering like dandelions in the wind, falling to the ground as they transformed into new red flowers, dancing freely with the breeze, looking beautiful.

Shen Cang felt Little Taotie had swapped faces, her pupils were still unsettling, he wanted to tell her not to worship him too much, but looking at Yuanyuan and Jiang Si, he swallowed the words, feeling he shouldn’t act out of character in front of his subordinates.

Shen Cang ignored Little Taotie’s gaze, and turned to the thousand-year-old Ghost, coldly asking: "Was it he who entered the tomb or an outer domain, opened something, and released you all?"

The ’he’ referred to was the original owner of the small White Person’s body.

The thousand-year-old Ghost understood, yet lowered its eyes, pretending ignorance: "What? I don’t quite understand what you mean."

"Think it through and answer." Shen Cang waved his hand, a piercing wind sound resonated as a sharp beam shot towards the Ghost, 10% transparent with a hole in its belly, most pathetic of the Ghosts, directly hitting its forehead, instantly blowing it up.

Though just a Spiritual Body, not overly discomforting in appearance, yet enough to shock the remaining five Ghosts.

Its head exploded like a balloon, yet the Ghost’s body kept struggling, seemingly trying to grow another head, but because of the severe blow, it couldn’t restrain the flames burning its stomach. The flames suddenly soared from mere sparks.

All that remained were flames, and the sound of wild screams of agony, sorrowful, poignant, gradually weakening, frail, barely audible, until there was no sound left at all.

The flames gradually shrank, like fuel used up, the light grew smaller until it vanished completely, not leaving a single trace.

The thought that lingered for millennia, that Ghost, with just one blow, vanished utterly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

This was a deterrent.

It was also a threat.

Shen Cang calmly looked at the Ghost pretending ignorance, trying to be crafty, "Have you thought it through now?"

The Ghost suddenly knelt on the ground, though kneeling, it still floated, maintaining a subtle distance from the ground, unable to truly touch it.

"He is a tomb raider, he was the one who excavated the thousand-year-old tomb, and we were the ones he released. We have been starving for too long, so we agreed to take turns borrowing that man’s body to go out and eat."

"Where is the ancient tomb?"