"Ah!"
A scream erupted as an Evil Ghost fell from the Spirit Tablet of Xu Qingyuan's grandfather, only to be quickly slain.
Power +1.
Xiao Mu received the prompt.
"How... how…"
Xu Qingyuan approached, looking incredulously at the unfolding scene. He always harbored a slight hope, wishing that his grandfather was real, but now he realized he was impersonated by an evil ghost.
This is…
Bending down, Xiao Mu picked something up from the ground.
It had fallen from the Evil Ghost when it was slain, a thin, transparent object resembling skin.
It felt icy to the touch, emanating a Yin Qi.
Xiao Mu shuddered.
From this Blood Skin, he sensed a familiar energy, the power of the Xu family's Ancestral Bloodline.
This skin… Could it be?
An unsettling suspicion arose in Xiao Mu's mind.
This Blood Skin likely belonged to Xu Qingyuan's grandfather. It was Ghost Skin, peeled off by the Evil Ghost from his grandfather.
