Within the layers of dense ghostly aura, like the mournful winds and piteous rain, the contour of a human figure gradually emerged, eventually coalescing into a ghostly form.
It was a woman dressed in Qing Dynasty clothing, her hair disheveled, her face as pale as if it were powdered, and her sinister ghostly eyes were filled with spite and hatred, radiating a twisted aura. From her gaping mouth dripped strings of black, viscous liquid.
"Heeheehee~~ Heeheehee~~~" The ghost cackled coldly, her clothes taking on a dark purple hue. Just as Huang Xiaolong had suspected, this entity was indeed a top-tier purple-robed fierce ghost, its malevolence reaching the skies, with a tendency to evolve toward being a ghastly king.
"You!" At that moment, Feng Hanyan was a mix of anger, shame, and grievance!
She had been duped!
Deceived by a female ghost!
She had been used as a pawn!
