"Crack—"
"Crack—"
Just as Yang Xiao was planning his next move in his mind, the footsteps outside suddenly quickened. This time, the sound became closer and closer, heading straight for the temple door, and a blurry figure gradually emerged behind the mist. Yang Xiao instinctively held his breath.
As the figure drew nearer, the next second, Yang Xiao was stunned. A chill rapidly crawled up his spine. The person approaching was none other than Fang Zhou!
Fang Zhou at this moment was dirty, as if he had rolled in a mud pit, his body unnaturally hunched over, slightly lowering his head, his neck also tilted, one shoulder higher than the other, his steps stiff, his knees barely bending, nothing at all like a living person's gait. He was unmistakably a ghost!
It seemed he had become a Fierce Ghost, filled with unresolved resentment after his death, coming for vengeance against them. This scene also took Jiang Qingluan and Chang Chuchu by surprise.
