A gust of wind blew, bringing with it a strong smell of blood. In the distance, blood had already flowed like a river.
Tang Zhen stood with his hands behind his back in the hall. He quietly looked at the White-clothed lady who had appeared out of thin air.
She was the person in the painting, but she was by no means a kind person. She was not Yan ruyu, but a life-demanding ghost.
Looking at The Woman in White's face again, there was no longer the peace and gentleness in the painting. Instead, it was completely distorted and even more terrifying than an evil ghost.
She viciously stared at Tang Zhen. It seemed as though there was an endless amount of hatred that was spreading over.
The White flames were the flames of law and were specialized in restraining the demonic spirit bodies. Their power was astonishing.
