"Sister." Shi Feng and Zi Ya were walking through Ghost Town when suddenly a hoarse voice rang out. Zi Ya looked down to see a cute little girl about six or seven years old with a chubby face. The soul of the little girl stood beside her, reaching out her semi-transparent little hand, trying to grasp Zi Ya's hand, but it passed right through.
Then, the little girl tried several times, and because her Soul Power was too weak, she couldn't touch Zi Ya's hand at all. The little girl then sadly lowered her head and said, "I forgot, I'm already dead." Her voice was hoarse and feeble, not at all what a little girl should sound like.
"This…" Zi Ya, influenced by the little girl's emotions, looked helplessly towards Shi Feng.
