The room suddenly brightened up, and a man appeared, his face carrying a hint of coldness as he grabbed the hand of a disheveled woman.
"Xiao Han."
Han Mengqi was overwhelmed with excitement, she had not expected that Xiao Han would actually come here at the critical moment.
However, when she saw the person Xiao Han had grabbed, her face turned pale with shock, "Xiao Han, let go quickly, the one in your hands is a ghost."
It was a woman with disheveled hair, a pale face, and a strong stench emanating from her body. In her eyes were pitch-black hollows, actually lacking eyeballs.
Shen Meng and the others nearly fainted from fright; there really were ghosts in this world, and they appeared so terrifying.
If it were not for Xiao Han's arrival, they could not guarantee what would have become of them.
"It's okay, I'm even more frightening than a ghost," Xiao Han said with a grin, his words leaving everyone in astonishment.
