Night is more desolate than the day, with only the occasional sound of birds and insects. But every few months, the howling of vengeful ghosts tears through the night sky, leaving behind colors invisible to the common eye—and this time, it came sooner than expected.
Baobao, nestled in Alvano’s arms, sat obediently beside Fusheng, eyes closed in anticipation of the surprise his fuer had promised. Baobao was restless, his clear eyes fixed on Fusheng, waiting for the revelation.
*BOOM!* A thunderous blast, followed by a shrill, ghostly wail!
Chapter 207