The grand entrance suddenly swung open, startling a few ghosts in the stairwell.
Among them, Wanwan was the quickest to react. After being disgusted by the female ghost, she lowered her head and spotted Fan Yulei, who was lying on the ground with a bleeding forehead below the stairs. Immediately, she clenched her small fist in anger and joined the chaotic brawl of ghosts.
As Wanwan rushed over, the other ghosts scattered in fear.
It was no wonder, for the little girl’s aura was terrifying. Just being near her felt like being engulfed in flames.
The bride ghost, enraged by the beating, extended her sharp claws, ready to tear apart those ignorant fools. In her fury, she targeted the female ghost who had first attacked her and chased after her. However, before her ethereal form could depart, she felt a burning pain in her ankle. Grimacing, she looked at the little one who had grabbed her ankle and promptly lifted her other foot to kick.