The red string snaps, the fierce ghost screams!
Baili Yu, who received an answer, did not feel relieved at all. Through the layers of the corpse tide, Baili Yu looked at the eyes after countless fierce ghosts' bodies shuttled, completely devoured by darkness.
It is unclear how much time has passed.
When Baili Yu's consciousness finally returned, as if experiencing a nightmare, he violently bounced up from the ground, startling a mountain full of cold crows!
The night is vast, the sky is cool like water, heavy and without light.
In the long silence, a desolate cold wind rose in the secluded valley, blowing the trees rustling, the air filled with a scorched scent.
Looking around, no ghoul is in sight, no figure or creature to be seen.
All of this seems like nothing but an illusory nightmare.
The first thing Baili Yu felt upon his senseless return was cold.
A bone-chilling cold, emanating from the soul, spreading throughout the body.
