Leaving the waterfall pool from before, Xu Yuan walked alone in a forest shrouded in mist and eerily filled with ghostly energy.
Looking at the forests glowing with a demonic red light all around him, Xu Yuan inexplicably thought of the time in his past life when he accompanied a girlfriend to a large haunted house during his college years.
Because his girlfriend was timid, he had taken her there, and everything afterwards followed naturally.
Thinking of this, Xu Yuan glanced back at the direction he had come from and gently shook his head.
It was a pity that the women in this world were each braver than the last.
He still quite hoped that the Washboard Saintess would throw herself into his arms and weep.
With a chuckle, Xu Yuan extinguished that unrealistic thought.
In past-life horror novels, it was the most terrifying when you had no ability to resist. Now that they were capable of twisting off the heads of Yin Ghosts, naturally they would not feel fear.
