"Ah, huff!"
In the dark, the desperate breathing of someone running for their life could be heard. Although the breaths were already weary, the person dared not stop running.
Holding a Ghost Candle in her hand, Huang Ziya revealed deep fear in her eyes as she fled alone.
She dared not stop.
Because she could feel countless Ghost Ropes descending from above, drifting towards her.
She needed to buy time.
To give Yang Jian and the others a final chance, only then might they all possibly survive.
But the courage she had mustered at that moment could not sustain her forever.
When darkness began to erode her vision, when she had already lost her way and was all alone...
With no help and overcome by fear, Huang Ziya cried while she ran, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
Her spirit was on the verge of collapse.
However, Huang Ziya clenched tightly to a strange doll in her hand.
It was her only hope now.
