Within the luxury store.
A dozen or so salesclerks had already fled for their lives.
Only the socialite remained, wrapped in the arms of the man in the suit.
She cursed vehemently.
The man in the suit still looked aggrieved.
"Baby, what have I done to you? Why curse me?"
But the next second, he found out what had happened.
A pair of ghostly hands pierced straight through his chest.
Along with the socialite imposter, the two were skewered like candied hawthorns.
A ghostly hand emerged from their chests.
Two hearts were clenched in the Ghost King's grasp, brutally torn from their chests.
Afterward, the Ghost King threw them into his mouth and crunched down twice.
The man in the suit and the false socialite returned home together in death.
After the Ghost King devoured their hearts,
It seemed to find a taste for it.
The living heart, to an Evil Ghost, was like a major tonic.
Eating it could quickly increase cultviation.
