Su Nanzhi, who had just become a sister a few days ago, felt a tingling sensation in her scalp upon hearing these words.
The childlike ghosts were inching closer to her, and after being burned by the fire, they cried out, "Sister, it hurts."
Su Nanzhi: "..."
Were those damned things trying to mess with her mind?
When Su Nanzhi found a moment, she glanced upwards, and saw that the eye was still there, raining blood down whenever it opened.
It was aiming right for her.
Su Nanzhi had set up a protective barrier around herself, impervious to wind and rain.
The flames on her body didn't subside in the slightest, instead sweeping around her continuously, as if sensing that this level of intensity wasn't enough for her.
The ghosts before her gradually took on the appearance of An Yunhuai.
His current form, as well as the images of him from his childhood to adulthood that Su Nanzhi had seen in photos.
Su Nanzhi: "???"
This was too much.
