Suddenly pressing against the attic wall, just in that instant, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from behind the door, sharp and piercing.
The hoarse sound was of the kind that could instantly make children cry. If Gu Juncheng had been here, he might have cried too.
Suddenly, a cool sensation covered her ears.
Jiang Yu, whose entire ghostly presence was cool, whispered softly, "Azhi, don't be afraid."
Actually, Nanzhi wasn't scared. The sound indeed hurt the human eardrum a bit, and although she didn't like to hear it, she wasn't lacking in magic weapons to protect herself.
Jiang Yu bore a healing spiritual power.
This was something Nanzhi had not encountered on any other ghost.
He must be extraordinary.
Yet he had lingered in the human world for a long time.
The flames gradually began to rise, spreading like a wildfire. Jiang Yu, though a Yin being, was unaffected by her fire.
