"Don't look again?" Jiang Qiao frowned.
Those same three words had also been written on the scrap of cloth taken from the gap in the wooden carving earlier.
"Don't look at what?"
"Why are you talking in riddles here?"
He was a little speechless.
The voice was like a gust of wind; after it sounded, it never appeared again. The stone stele before him also seemed to have returned to normal.
"The female ghost came out of this gravestone."
"This gravestone..."
"Doesn't look like the source either."
"It's more like a door."
Jiang Qiao crouched down and sniffed, catching a faint scent of incense.
From his experience—
This thing was somewhat similar to his Blue Eyes.
It belonged to a kind of supernatural "door."
"Whatever the hell you are, I'll smash you first!"
Jiang Qiao stood up. Light flickered in his eyes, and dense clusters of eyes appeared around him once more.
Dual Pupils had nearly reached its limit.
But the intense stabbing pain did not shake his resolve.
The gravestone was right here.
The female ghost would soon reform again.
No one could be sure whether, if he simply left like this, the female ghost would continue pursuing them.
After all—
The female ghost had headed in the direction they came from the previous few times.
But what if it had gone that way because the two of them had drawn it there? If he just kept moving forward, it might very well chase after him in that direction too.
Jiang Qiao was extremely wary of this female ghost.
The sixth time it appeared, dealing with it had already been a struggle.
And that was before it had fully formed.
The seventh time.
The eighth time.
Fuck.
If this kept up, it would not take many more times before