Hearing that voice pulled Zhao Huai back from his thoughts.
A hair-raising chill ran over his body.
The moment he looked up, he feared a ghostly face would appear right before him.
Though he consoled himself that the other party might be a beauty.
No matter how he thought about it, it still seemed absurd. After all, no matter how beautiful a woman was, once she turned into a ghost, her face would probably scare someone to death.
After all, the prettier the ghost, the more formidable it was!
Fortunately, when Zhao Huai looked up, he did not suffer the imagined face-to-face kill.
The woman in white merely turned around gently, her gaze fixed directly on Zhao Huai.
Only then did Zhao Huai realize what she had been digging for. In her hand was a skull stained with yellow earth.
"Could it be because of that thing?"
Zhao Huai suddenly thought of the piece of human bone that stupid bird had carried back.
Perhaps it was because of that sinister skull that he had dreamed such a dream.
Then Zhao Huai finally saw the woman's face clearly, and his eyes filled with surprise.
Unexpectedly, the woman in white was not ugly at all. On the contrary, her brows were delicate and her features refined; she was a quiet beauty dressed in plain clothes.
A head of dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, immaculate and clean. Her oval face was fair as jade, and at first glance, she possessed a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms and cities.
"Is this really an Evil Spirit?"
For a moment, Zhao Huai was doubtful.
Yet he did not lower his guard, for it was still possible that the Evil Spirit had disguised her appearance.
"Have you seen my husband?"
The woman in white spoke again.