As he shouted, wisps of green smoke drifted from the North, converging into a mass in front of the table, eventually forming the phantom of the slain drug lord. The crowd was stunned, feeling a chill run down their spines. Qin Yecheng's eyes widened in terror, saying, "Did he really summon a soul?" At this moment, no one dared to doubt Lin Beichen's summoning art anymore.
"Is this... is this really a ghost appearing?"
"Looks like it. My God, this is terrifying! Someone in this world can actually summon ghosts!"
"Dear God, can we leave? This is too scary!"
"I can't move, my legs feel like they're nailed down."
"Same here, feels like something's locking my legs! What's happening?!"
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