Amidst the maniacal laughter, a person in the form of a soul rose from the ground, the murderous aura around him much stronger than any malicious ghost Jiang Beiran had ever seen.
"Hahahahaha! Pei Xin…" The fiend's laughter came to an abrupt halt. It looked at Jiang Beiran with its blood-red eyes and asked,"" Who are you?!"
Jiang Beiran smiled back at the fiend spirit's astonished expression.
How should he answer this? I'm just passing by? Or should I accompany my little brother to take a look?
In midair, the fiend spirit had already started to grow irritable, pointing at Jiang Beiran and bellowing,""How is that possible? You were never in the prophecy! You shouldn't be here, and you can't be here!"
Jiang Beiran watched as the fiend spirit gradually became hysterical. Just as he was thinking about how to properly communicate with him, he saw the fiend spirit swoop down towards Little Seven.
"Wait!"
