Villain Ch 565. The Ghost's Bad Hair Day
Allen's intuition signaled that this encounter would not unfold like the previous one. His eyes bore into the spectral figure, the anger etched on her ghostly features. Allen's voice, tinged with a newfound wariness. "No, I think she isn't trying to communicate with us."
Shea, quick to grasp the shift in atmosphere, posed a question that mirrored the collective concern. "You mean she will attack us this time?"
"Possibly," Allen replied, his disbelief evident. The group tightened their formation, ready for whatever spectral onslaught might follow.
Zoe's curiosity cut through the tense air as she inquired, "Why? Did you guess that from her form or because she ordered those monsters to attack us?"
Allen weighed the factors. "Her gesture doesn't show that."
"Ya know, you shouldn't judge the book by its cover. Except if the cover is a naked lady picture," Alice chimed in with a playful jest, attempting to ease the tension.
