"Where is this?"
Inside Hundred Ghosts Butu Mountain, the air was thick with the roiling aura of demons, evil, death, and malice—a terrifying, hellish landscape. Pang Rou trembled with fear.
Lin Fan offered a brief explanation. Hearing his voice, the look of terror on her face slowly began to fade. Suddenly, she looked down and realized Lin Fan’s arm was tightly wrapped around her slender waist. Her face turned crimson in an instant, and she struggled as if trying to escape. Between her brows, the mark of love-sickness that Lin Fan knew all too well became visible.
Chapter 165