After bidding farewell to Ji Shishi, Si Ren turned back toward the wooden bridge.
The ghost figures on the other side of the bridge were dense, completely blocking the bridgehead.
Some ghost entities were even hanging from the Soul-Gathering Lock, continuously climbing forward.
"Plop..." The ghost entities accumulated in greater numbers, and those standing at the very front were pushed off the riverbank by the ones behind them.
It sounded just like dumplings being dropped into a pot, a continuous splashing sound.
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