All the changes happened in the blink of an eye.
Chen Yi moved fast, snuffing out the candle flame and trying to light a new Ghost Candle in one fluid motion, able to complete the process in less than three seconds. However, even the swiftest action could not fend off the unexpected.
The flame on his lighter had already gone out while he was still gripping the Ghost Candle, which was as pale as the skin of a corpse, in his hand.
Accompanied by a faint stench of decay, an almost paralyzing chill swept over him, continuously assaulting Chen Yi's senses. He deeply understood that the ghost before him was influencing their surroundings, and this cold was not physical because Chen Yi himself was a ghost tamer.
His body temperature was naturally low, so even if he were in a freezer he wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
And yet, Chen Yi felt as though his body was about to freeze.
However, the ground and the environment around him showed no signs of change, with no evidence of icing.
