The ground suddenly revealed a layer of white frost, and footprints kept appearing.
Yuan Qu and his companions felt chills rising in their hearts.
The surrounding light grew dimmer, and even the moonlight above seemed to have disappeared; the temperature plummeted, cold as an ice cellar, numbing their minds.
In a daze, they seemed to see something.
It was a dense crowd of dark shadows, topped with various banners, like an army from the Netherworld, and they also seemed to hear the sounds of chanting and prayers.
This ghastly sight was beyond their comprehension.
Fortunately, they remembered Chen Fagui's instructions and dared not even breathe heavily.
The circle of white ash scattered around also seemed to have an effect; neither the white frost nor the footprints appeared to notice this place and passed by the side.
Who knows how long it was before everything returned to normal.
White frost, footprints, strange noises, all disappeared without a trace.