"Soul Stab!"
Sensing the approach of a presence, Angie's pupils slightly reddened, and a soul stab was formed directly.
Upon her body, a white court dress appeared blood-red, as if brewing some sort of curse.
"It's me!"
Su Lu's shadow clone emerged from the shadows, looking at Angie who had become cold, and sighed silently in his mind.
The path of a Necromancer profession, because it abandons the body, the Spiritual Body becomes more unstable and prone to loss of control.
And furthermore, it tends to become indifferent, dismissing life, which is the norm.
If he hadn't shown himself voluntarily, Angie definitely would have attacked first!
"You are... I remember you... you saved my little sister."
Luckily, Angie finally remembered, and the blood color in her eyes slowly faded.
What she remembered was the incident involving 'Su Lu Pottery' in Posey Port.
