Song Yin took the lead to go out, and the other two had no choice but to follow.
They dared not stray too far from their senior brother; if they encountered the Ghoul Specter and left his side, they would die.
Surrounded by darkness, all they could follow was the wisp of White Qi flickering on their senior brother's finger.
Zhang Fei Xuan felt a chill grip his body, hugged himself as if he had entered an ice coffin, his teeth chattering, and couldn't help but say, "Big Senior Brother, why not make it a little brighter?"
"Yeah, Big Senior Brother, I feel so cold," Wang Qizheng also said.
Song Yin glanced around and shook his head slightly, "It's not the right time yet, these people... can't handle my fire."
Can't handle it?
Are there people around?
The two looked around, but in the pitch darkness, they couldn't see anything.
They only followed Song Yin towards the candlelight ahead. Their pace was not slow; they almost caught up as soon as the candlelight stood still.
