As Zhong Niangyao's voice fell, everyone felt as though the temperature in the room had plummeted several degrees in an instant, sending a shiver of dread down their spines.
Long Jiarui had already moved to Zhong Niangyao's side, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, her voice trembling, "Nianyao, you... you mean to say—"
She involuntarily swallowed before she could continue,"In this room, there is… there is..." A ghost!
She simply couldn't bring herself to say the last word, as if speaking it would summon the specter from some corner of the room.
"She's right here."
Seemingly reading Long Jiarui's mind, Zhong Niangyao spoke candidly, "You all might as well meet her!"
After speaking, Zhong Niangyao raised her hand and began to form a Seal, chanting a spell under her breath. A point of golden light appeared between her hands. She then pointed forward, and the golden light detached from her fingertip and, as if sentient, flew toward a corner of the room.
