Nalan Shuo seemed not to hear what he said, straightened Chang Chuchu's face, parted her blood-stained hair on her forehead, pried open her eyelids, and pinched open her mouth, carefully checking before turning back and asking, "Who among you has any unburned Life Incense?"
"I... I do." Fang Zhou hurriedly took out a small piece of incense, strangely, after escaping from that eerie area, the incense had extinguished.
Taking the incense, Nalan Shuo held it under Chang Chuchu's nose and lit it with a Fire Starter. Fang Zhou, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but widen his eyes—the incense wouldn't light, but as it burned, it emitted a wisp of faint blue smoke, all of which was breathed in by Chang Chuchu.
"Did you see that? The Life Incense can't be lit; she is a ghost, she is a ghost!!" Lou Huixiang seemed to be provoked and desperately wanted to leave immediately.
