That eerie laughter echoed through the ruins, as if trying to freeze the souls of Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er, and the old man. It was sharp and piercing, like jagged icicles stabbing straight into their hearts, making them shiver involuntarily. The laughter seemed imbued with an intangible magic that made the air throughout the ruins feel as though it had frozen solid.
"That laughter is way too creepy. Who on earth is playing God and playing ghosts?" Zhang Yue frowned deeply, gripping his sword tightly as his vigilant gaze swept the surroundings. Tall and formidable, he stood like a towering peak, giving a profound sense of security. With dark eyebrows and star-like eyes, though his face was now smeared with a bit of dust, it failed to mask his heroic aura. His resolute gaze seemed to burn with a raging fire, ready to incinerate all darkness. His clothes were somewhat tattered from the previous battle, but it did nothing to diminish his imposing momentum.
Hiding behind Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er clutched the hem of his robe with both hands, her voice trembling as she said, "Brother Yue, I'm scared." Her features were delicate and lovely, blooming like a peach blossom, her fair skin looking even more tender in the dim light. Her eyes, usually like pools of clear water, were now filled with terror, tears swirling in her eye sockets as if they might spill over at any moment. Her petite body trembled slightly like a flower in the wind, evoking deep pity.
Chapter 218