He turned his head again.
He looked again.
How was Su Tian still holding his left hand?
This was clearly a malevolent ghost that was looking at him with a sinister smile.
His face was pale and his eyes were drooping.
Long hair like withered grass,
Her facial features seemed to be stuck to her face.
His hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, eyeballs, nose, ears, and mouth were slowly flowing down.
The cold wind was bone-piercing,
Coupled with the terrifying atmosphere,
Anyone else would either scream in fear or let go of her hand and punch her.
Xia Ji glanced at it before continuing to walk forward with the 'evil spirit'.
He could feel a sudden suction force on the sachet in his right hand.
That force was slowly guiding him in a certain direction.
Suddenly,
An exclamation came from the right.
It was Su Tian's voice.
The voice sounded shocked and panicked.
"Xiao Ji, you…Why are you running around…"
