The wind was cold, and the ghostly shadows were dense.
The deceased woman stood before him once again.
However, Li Jue strangely didn't feel afraid facing all of this. Perhaps death or ghosts, neither could compare to the torture buried deep in his heart.
The ghost transformed from Situ Yan finally spoke in a subdued voice.
"I don't hate you, and I can't kill you." Her voice was chilling, seemingly coming from the underworld.
"I....." Li Jue stared at her, unable to speak, not knowing what to say.
Suddenly, Situ Yan shouted anxiously, "You need to leave, now!"
"What's wrong with you?" Li Jue was startled and seemed stunned, remaining seated on the ground, unable to retreat.
"Ah——"
Situ Yan tilted her head back and screamed, which caused a gust of wind, with trees swaying wildly.
In an instant, the lakeside turned bitterly cold, looking like a ghostly realm; her eyes began to glow a bright red.
