There was a squeak.
It was the sound of the door opening.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away and fan Xiu and Fu min looked at each other subconsciously. They could see the confusion in each other's eyes.
It was obvious that both of them knew about the strange incident in this small city.
That was why she was puzzled as to why there were still people who did not close their doors at night.
After the ghost had left, fan Xiu released his hand from Fu Xuan's lips.
"Why is the Holy monk here?"
Fu Shang asked.
The snow-robed monk looked down at her and gathered his sleeves. my name is fan Xiu.
He didn't seem to be used to the name 'Holy monk'.
Fu Shang called out to him.
"Do you know what's going on?" The young girl pouted her lips at the place where the ghost had just walked past and complained, " and I don't know why my spiritual power is gone ...
Fan Xiu lowered his eyes and said indifferently.
"My spiritual energy is also gone."
