"Help... help! Don't come any closer... help!!"
When Zhang Xiaoman arrived above the desolate field, the first thing he heard was a scream filled with fear.
The voice came from a woman, who seemed to be just a short distance ahead.
He immediately lowered his altitude and headed over.
Guided by the dim light of a flashlight, there appeared to be a figure standing rigidly.
No, to be precise, there were two figures.
Zhang Xiaoman's brow furrowed slightly, because in his Spirit Detection Technique, he sensed an unusual aura below, only that this aura was a bit strange.
The reason it was strange was that the shape of this thing was actually a small ball.
"A small ball? Could this possibly be a monster like a Wandering Spirit? But why do I feel like the shadow on the ground isn't like that..."
