"Wait!"
A fierce wind swept past Chang Nian's hair strands. She looked toward Factory Two and caught sight of the still-wet pool of blood at its entrance before suddenly lowering her voice.
Hong Fu, who had lost his eyes, immediately stopped. He halted so abruptly that he nearly lost his balance, throwing both of them off for an instant.
And in that instant of imbalance, an icy presence suddenly appeared before Chang Nian.
A Female Ghost with disheveled hair, dripping wet from head to toe, emerged without warning from a patch of water in front of Factory Two and lunged straight at them.
Chang Nian seemed to have anticipated this. She immediately turned over her palm, producing a palm-sized brocade pouch. With a pull of its drawstring, a stick of incense was revealed inside.
Without the slightest hesitation, she lit the incense hidden within the pouch the moment the Female Ghost appeared.
The offering incense, carrying a strange scent, burned slowly as an eerie, indescribable aura swiftly enveloped the two of them.
As soon as the scent reached him, Hong Fu seemed to understand the situation. He immediately backed away, though not quickly, moving on tiptoe without making a sound.
At the same time, the Female Ghost that had already closed in seemed to abruptly lose her target.
She hung suspended in midair, water dripping steadily from her long hair and clothes. Behind the wet hair covering most of her face, a pair of eyes filled with deathly aura and malice stared fixedly at Chang Nian and Hong Fu.
Yet moments later, her gaze began to shift, turning to inspect her surroundings as though searching for a new target.
Yin Yang Offering Incense temporarily turned a person into a ghost.
It was the only Sin Object Chang Nian had obtained