"I, I, we've encountered the Ghost Wall!"
In F City.
Young Master Yao sat in the passenger seat of the car, clutching his cell phone tightly, his fingertips turning pale from the force.
It looked as if he might snap the phone in half any moment.
His face was pale, only the circles around his eyes red, making him look more terrifying than a ghost in the night.
He gazed around with a mix of wariness and fear.
The cry in his voice grew heavier.
"Master, Master save me, please!"
Upon hearing this, Xia Xin instantly looked up at Jiangli.
Jiangli had already leaned over and asked through the phone, "Ghost Wall? What happened?"
Suddenly, upon hearing a woman's voice, Yao Xuanhang's choked voice paused, "Whose, whose voice is this..."
Xia Xin introduced, "Young Master Yao, the person speaking is our Abbot of Jiaoyang Temple. Don't be fooled by her appearance as a young girl; she's very capable. You can tell her anything, rest assured it'll be reliable!"
