"If you can cover your head with just a hand, I can light a lamp indoors. We each use our own abilities," Beiyu retorted.
The sudden brightness in the atmosphere significantly dispersed the previously eerie vibe.
However, danger was still danger. Su Nanzhi had known since she was a child that the belief that ghosts feared light was a myth, or at least, too simplistic—only Western vampires feared light.
Although this area was no longer shrouded in darkness, the scene ahead remained unclear and obscure.
After a moment of silence, Su Nanzhi finally bit her own index finger and drew an Exorcism Talisman in the air—it wasn't as difficult for her to sketch as it was for others.
Suddenly, a grey mist appeared in the air, within which a hideous face—blurred and indistinct—could be seen.
The resentment was intense.
Su Nanzhi was no stranger to such resentment, but it was usually this dense during a full moon, which could greatly amplify it.
