They had heard the female voice, which was hollow and ethereal, more than once. Hao Ren turned around. A woman was standing less than five meters away from him, wearing a long white dress. It was the kind of costume that upper-class women commonly wore two centuries ago. She had light brown curly hair, which she tied into a bun with two angel wings hanging down from behind her ears to her chest. Undoubtedly, the woman looked elegant and dignified with an aristocratic temperament, just as Hao Ren had seen in the portrait.
For a moment, Hao Ren's gaze stayed on the woman, whose body's edges were dithering slightly and translucent. Based on the information he had mastered, she was a ghost.
She was also undoubtedly the ghost that had warned them repeatedly.
"Here you are. You finally show up!" Hao Ren looked at the woman not far away. "I thought you will continue to watch from the sidelines."
