Meng Jifang could not help but tremble, and his back went cold.
When he imagined it, he could still lie to himself that it was just an illusion. However, now, his eyes actually saw the extra hand in the shadow!
That hand seemed to be digging something out, and bit by bit, it squeezed out of his shadow.
Finally, with his feet as the center, another shadow formed next to him.
However, this shadow... had no head!
A shadow without a head!
He trembled.
Xie Qiao also looked at Meng Jifang sympathetically. Shadow ghouls were like that. They liked to scare people. Now that it was lured out by her incense, it did not forget to provoke Meng Jifang.
What Xie Qiao saw was different from what Meng Jifang saw.
What she saw was a ghoul, and what Meng Jifang saw was a strange shadow.
This ghoul was dim and gloomy, and it indeed did not have a head. It held its head in its arms, placed it in front of its chest and looked at her.
