Chapter 258: A Contractible Human Race?

"Black Mountain!"

Speaking of the coexistence of humans and ghosts, it's merely lip service. When the human essence isn't enough to suppress vengeful spirits, there will naturally be continuous deadly incidents. A nearby town has already become a slaughterhouse or, more appropriately, a feast for ghosts — a haunting banquet where all varieties of spirits gather for their feast.

Roar!

Although there are no ghost creatures inside the survey range that would invoke one's desire to devour, the command from the master was clear-cut. As soon as his words fell, a black wolf, surrounded in wan-blue ghostly fire on all fours, rushed towards the town.

The more the black wolf ran, the stronger the ghost fire on its body became. Its size didn't increase, just like an ordinary, fierce wolf-dog.