Under this bright light, the old man simply looked back, his expression even more sorrowful, mumbling, "What can that do, though? Surviving one more day is still good, still good..."
Song Yin sighed softly, "And then, when the time comes, the village you want to leave behind will all turn into phantoms like your son, and eventually, the village will be empty, and you will gain nothing."
The old man, after hearing this, became even more grief-stricken. He looked at Song Yin almost pleadingly, "Can you save them?"
Song Yin shook his head, "I can't, and I will exterminate them to prevent them from harming others, don't ask why..."
In his hand, the white flame rose again. He no longer used his fists to bombard, but instead, he threw the white flame at the ghost creature that was taking shape, enveloping it and pressing the phantom down to its knees as it struggled continuously within the white flame.
