Ye Ling looked at the two women who were actually somewhat excited and couldn't help but force a wry smile, shaking his head.
Women, curiosity killed the cat, human curiosity has killed so many people, especially women.
Still, Ye Ling quietly used his Spiritual Power to protect the two women, to avoid any unexpected situations or scaring them later, which would be bad.
With a single point of his finger, the female ghost who had been tightly bound within the storage ring silently appeared inside the room.
Suddenly, a cold wind rose fiercely, sending curtains and the like flying, and a piercing, mournful wail broke through everyone's ears.
A woman dressed in white clothes stood in the room with her head lowered, her long hair draping down, sinister and terrifying, making people's skin crawl.
Mo Siqing and Li Qi were even more startled, how frightening it was—they could feel their hearts beating erratically, despite knowing there was no danger.
