Just as that woman was about to meet her gaze, Sang Que forced the affirmative address in her mouth to turn into a questioning tone.
Her voice trembled, followed by a cough to cover up her fear and panic.
Sang Que turned around normally, responding to her mother, who had just come through the door.
"I'm here, cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
In the corner of her eye, the woman behind her suddenly rushed over, clawing wildly, her tangled black hair revealing a face covered in blood and lacking a jaw.
The sharp ghostly wail was already in her ears. Sang Que held her breath in tension, and just as she couldn't help but dodge, the terrifying woman suddenly dispersed into black mist, vanishing into thin air, as if driven away by some strange force.
Her hair was lifted by a sinister wind, making Sang Que's body icy cold, but her right palm was burning hot, the contrast of hot and cold oddly distinct, and the mark of the Yansheng coin faded more.
"Little Que? What's wrong with you?"
