Ye Jinghong destroyed a Ghoul.
She looked at me, seemingly afraid that I would blame her.
After all, we had just agreed that we should avoid fighting whenever possible.
Yet the moment we encountered the Ghouls, she began slaughtering them, going against my original intentions.
"I only wanted to make an example of one to warn the rest," she said.
I nodded. I had already guessed her intentions. There was nothing wrong with what she had done, but whether it would truly have the desired effect was another matter.
The sound of babies laughing rang out again, except it was no longer one person's laughter, but the laughter of a whole group. It looked like quite a few ghosts had come.
"Achoo!"
I sneezed.
With my current constitution, it was impossible for me to catch a cold or sneeze. It had to be the influence of these ghostly creatures.
"Hey, does anyone here understand human speech? Come out and talk?"
I swept my gaze around, unsure whether they would show themselves.
What I feared most was enemies who refused to negotiate, hiding in the shadows and constantly waiting to deliver a fatal blow.
If we were truly enemies, I could accept it. But I had never even had a minor conflict with these ghostly creatures. Becoming enemies like this was rather unjustified.
The laughter vanished, and a dark cyan figure appeared, initially translucent before gradually solidifying.
The cyan figure became a child about three and a half feet tall.
Its clothing had a distinctly ancient style, but I could not tell which dynasty or era it belonged to.
"How do you want to talk?" It actually spoke first.
"We bear no ill will. We merely wish to borrow a passage through here. I hope you can make things convenient for