The main gate was tightly shut, and the windows were all firmly latched as well. Where could a breeze possibly come from?
As these thoughts raced through his mind, Elder Zheng’s eyes snapped open.
Upon seeing a Red-robed Imp on the ceiling, gazing down at him with a sinister expression, Elder Zheng felt his hair stand on end. He let out a shrill, hysterical scream: "Ghost... a ghost!"
Chapter 182