Song Changqing could only feel Auntie Wu in his arms getting colder and colder. A heart-palpitating cold feeling spread from his arms and chest to his whole body.
'Xi suo.'
His sharp ears caught a slight movement, as if something was slowly moving in the grass.
At this moment, it was as if a wild grass had been plucked and stuck to the back of his foot.
The grass seemed to carry the chill of the night fog. It stuck to his ankle, making him shiver. Suddenly, his entire person became a little more awake.
As the chief disciple of Daoist priest song, he had seen all kinds of demons and ghosts since he was a child. Song Changqing immediately realized that something was wrong. He might have been tricked.
It was a pity that he was holding onto 'Auntie Wu' and couldn't look down to see what was causing the trouble, so he could only stomp his feet.
