A silhouette of a human figure slowly entered his eyes. The figure was completely masked by the fog so Han Jijyun couldn't make out who the figure was.
"Who are you?" Han Jijyun frowned and asked softly.
"The dead don't need to know too much," a hoarse voice answered. The voice sounded like nails scratching on a chalkboard.
As Han Jijyun tried to see through the figure, his frown got even more pronounced. It was as though he was facing a shadow that didn't exist.
Luckily, Han Jijyun realized quick enough that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. If the figure in front of him didn't exist, it wouldn't have answered his question.
However, before Han Jijyun could think about his current predicament further, the figure charged forwards with a dark spear coming straight at him.
