Ghost Calamity, Human Disaster

Outside Branch No. 10, Su Chenghe held the Bone-Chilling Dagger as he faced the deformed ghost child from afar.

In his eyes, the ghost child's appearance kept changing, swelling one moment and shrinking the next, taking on all manner of grotesque forms.

Yet it had never revealed a ghost's murderous nature, though it already seemed somewhat unable to restrain itself.

"Guan Qi's side has already started moving, right? As long as I hold back the ghost child, there shouldn't be much of a problem."

Su Chenghe still believed there was no human manipulation behind this.

A ghost was a ghost.

It could never be used by humans, much less commanded. That was an ironclad rule.

But then, a woman clad in purple walked across the snow. Her long black hair was bound with strands of Colored Rope, its ends swaying as she approached.

The ethnic-style silver ornaments beside her ears flashed with a brilliant light that pierced his eyes.

Su Chenghe stared blankly as the previously restless ghost child became incomparably docile with the woman's arrival, as obedient and reverent as a wolf pup before its alpha.

"This is impossible... absolutely impossible..."

Su Chenghe could not believe his eyes. Everything before him had overturned his understanding of the supernatural.

Then, a faint fragrance drifted over, and the terror in his pupils deepened.

The scent on the woman in purple was even more unforgettable. The woman who had attacked him in the World Heritage Museum had carried this same mysterious fragrance.

"You, you are..."

Miaojiang looked at him, then at the entrance to Branch No. 10, her gaze carrying the wisdom of someone who saw through everything.

She parted her lips lightly. Her melodious voice was pleasant to hear, yet she spoke embarrassing words with utmost seriousness.

"Worthless Su Chenghe, useless