Ge Zhengyou and the others were slowly consumed by the hungry ghosts, chewed down to the bone. From within the grotesque boar-like grunts came gusts of cold, white breath, each puff laced with an eerie chill.0

That white vapor flooded over the scattered remains, mere bone fragments now, of what were once men.0

Above, in the half-lit sky, their souls twisted and tore apart, morphing into grotesque shadows of their former selves before plummeting to the ground and rejoining the ranks of the starving ghost servants.0

If anyone could see it, they'd notice that every ghostly servant and ghost in this eerie domain was connected by unseen threads, each one tracing back to a single source, Yan Yu.0

Step, step, step! The starving ghost servants shuffled away once more, their number now swollen by a few fresh recruits.0

Yan Yu stood in her haunting black dress, head...0