The group found themselves in this strange, misty space, their hearts filled with trepidation.
At first, there was only the sound of eerie wind from all directions. It whistled like the whispers of countless vengeful spirits, sharp enough to pierce their very souls and make their hair stand on end.
"What kind of ghost place is this?" Bajie couldn't help but complain. His rotund body trembled involuntarily, and the Nine-Toothed Rake in his hand wobbled, as if it might slip from his grip at any moment.
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