The flames burned fervently.
The ghost watched the flames blazing before her—she could have chosen not to speak up to stop it, for as long as Moli was burned to death, she could find another body to possess and continue to sustain her "believers".
She looked at the young man holding the torch in front of her, who was also looking at her, his expression extremely indifferent.
—He clearly had the same desire, the same intention. He wanted to save Moli, and she wanted Moli to live, so why should she be constrained by his words?
"A group of blind believers, and one true zealot," Su Ming'an looked at her, "You choose."
"What exactly do you want?" The ghost couldn't understand what this man was trying to say.
"I want to make a deal with you," Su Ming'an said, "I have a prop that can take a dying person away. If you willingly leave Moli's body, leave Terrily, I will save Moli and let her continue to live."
