The ghosts here seemed terrified of Lin Yunxiu. As he approached, a little ghost that looked like a rabbit spirit shuddered; drops of cold, dark blue sweat rolled down its forehead. Its face turned deathly pale, and its body shrank into a ball, trembling like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
Lin Yunxiu cast a faint glance at it before turning his gaze to Xingyu. His brow furrowed slightly, and his voice slowed, as if deliberate. "Are you that curious about it?"
"Weren't you the one who dragged me over here?" Xingyu felt genuinely wronged.
Chapter 239