For some inexplicable reason, Li Changge shuddered violently.
A chill ran through him.
He was puzzled.
He was properly dressed, and his robe was wrapped tight.
But there was this chilling sensation on his back, a spine-tingling illusion.
Li Changge felt as if there were eyes on his back, like a cold knife scraping over it again and again.
Whistling through the air.
Both painful and cold.
He even had the eerie sensation that blood was oozing out with a sizzling sound.
Subconsciously, he reached for his swollen left cheek and muttered to himself, "Something's off today, why so many hallucinations?"
As Li Changge murmured, he turned around.
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Oda Mai retreated several dozen meters.
She knew that even if she could chop the ghost in front of her into meat chunks, it would be pointless.
It would just waste energy.
A lot of energy, in fact.
