Although the sensation had been faint and indistinct, it had definitely been a child's hand. I could be certain of that because, from the past until now, it had always been Xijun or Yan'er tugging at my trouser leg. After all, those little girls weren't very tall. That kind of sensation was naturally unmistakable.
"Big Brother..." Yan'er, who had her arms around my neck, seemed to have lowered her head and noticed something. When she called out to me, my expression changed as well. "Um... there's a little boy tugging at your trouser leg..."
The moment I heard that, my soul nearly flew out of my body. Why hadn't my wife given me any warning? Could it be that there was no danger?
"One Heaven Sect! Summon ghosts!" I flicked out the talisman paper I had prepared long ago and recited the incantation for summoning ghosts, intending to bind and draw over the ghosts nearby. Yet something strange happened—there wasn't even half a ghost summoned!
That little boy tugging at my trouser leg...
I couldn't help letting out a bitter laugh. With my neck stiff, I turned to look behind me, and at the sight of him, half my face turned green!
The one who had tugged at my clothes all the way here was indeed a boy, just as Yan'er had said. But the boy's face was frighteningly pale. His eye sockets were hollow, and his lips were pitch-black, much like a corpse that had been left for too long, with the pooled blood unable to disperse.
I swallowed. Even the ghost-summoning technique had failed—what the hell was this thing?
"Big Brother... I'm a little afraid of him. His resentment is so deep." Yan'er hugged me tighter.
My heart turned cold. It was terrifying enough that this ghost child