When the humanoid shadow formed by the swirling black mist appeared, Zhang Yue, Lin Wan'er, and the old man all gasped. The shadow radiated a bizarre aura, as if it could swallow the very light around it.
Zhang Yue's eyes widened as he gripped his sword tightly. "What kind of ghost is this?" Tall and powerfully built, his bronze skin was slick with a mixture of sweat and dust, adding a wild edge to his appearance. His broad shoulders seemed capable of carrying the entire world, and his upright, angled brows radiated a sense of determination and resolve. At this moment, his gaze was filled with vigilance and unyielding grit, as though he would not back down no matter how powerful the enemy.
Lin Wan'er hid behind Zhang Yue, her hands clutching the hem of his robe. "Brother Yue, I'm scared..." Small in stature with fair skin, she looked like a pear blossom blooming in spring—delicate and evoking deep affection. Shaken by fear, she looked pitiful, her large eyes filled with panic and tears welling in her rims, a sight that made anyone want to protect her.
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