Zhang Feng's expression turned strange on the spot, almost twisted.
"What did I just hear?"
He still couldn't sense where that vengeful ghost was.
But in the voice of the ghost, Zhang Feng clearly heard a sobbing tone.
Although a ghost definitely can't cry, expressing its feelings through its voice is perfectly normal.
"You..." Zhang Feng's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Is what you're saying true?"
"What relation do you have with that... Mr. Lin?"
"He's my husband!" The voice of the ghost sounded even more piercing than before.
"How is that possible, this..."
At first, Zhang Feng couldn't wrap his mind around it, but soon, he thought of that Mr. Lin.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he spoke:
"Could it be that you're like him, harming your own bloodline every few years to seize a body?"
Indeed.
After all, that Mr. Lin and his biological daughter were matters from generations ago.
