C288 It Was Reborn from the Dead

As Mr. Zhang Gen was muttering to himself while burning paper money, a sudden chill swept through the air. A dark figure appeared before him, gripping his throat with strong hands and roaring, "What do you have? Hand it over."

Terrified, Mr. Zhang Gen began to tremble violently, staring into a terrifying mask with a green face and sharp fangs. "A ghost, a ghost!" he gasped