As the music drew closer.
An eerie blue hue appeared in their surroundings, like the waters of Rakshasa Lake.
The melody was mournful and plaintive.
It sounded like a woman weeping softly beside a lake late at night. Every note lingered, echoing and winding through the tomb passage, as though trying to lure their souls out of their bodies.
"Something's very wrong."
"I feel like it's affecting my mind."
Dragon Tiger Daoist spoke.
His expression was grave, but tears flowed from his eyes, as though the mournful music had infected him.
No matter how he tried to control himself.
He could not fully suppress this inexplicable emotion.
"This vicious ghost seems terrifying." Jiang Qiao was affected as well, though not nearly as badly as Dragon Tiger Daoist. He merely felt a faint sorrow rising within him.
But that alone was enough to put him on high alert.
After all.
He was no ordinary Third Tier.
In terms of actual combat strength.
He was already comparable to the Seventh Tier.
Even so, he was still affected to some degree.
That showed just how terrifying this ghost was.
Time ticked by, and the sound of the pipa continued to echo through the tomb passage. The eerie blue around them grew more pronounced, as though an invisible blue lamp were casting its light over their surroundings.
Jiang Qiao stood sideways against the stone wall.
With his eyes half narrowed, he watched the depths of the tomb passage. A blurry silhouette appeared within his activated Dual Pupils vision.
"It's coming."
Soon.
Dragon Tiger Daoist saw it too.
Deep within the tomb passage, a figure slowly emerged.
It was a tall, slender woman dressed in a pale green qipao. Or perhaps woman was not the right word. More precisely, she was a female ghost.