The Elder of the Heavenly Soul Sect has died, leaving behind a group of ghosts running amok in the street, but there are also many disciples from the righteous sect nearby. They all took action, and in no time, the danger was completely eliminated.
A group of people landed on the ground, and Yu Wenjing picked up the storage bag left by the Heavenly Soul Sect's Elder, chuckling lightly, "Quite wealthy, planning to divide it later."
"Who knows how many people's hard-earned wealth he plundered."
Jiang Lin shook her head, her words calm.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, his face showing compassion, chanting the Sutra of Salvation to redeem the dead souls.
"Demonic cults like these deserve no pity. What's the point of going through the trouble of redemption!"
Zhang Xinming snorted coldly, unable to tolerate it.
