The Ghost Mother Wuji's eyes gleamed with murderous intent as she tried to charge at Lin Fan at the first opportunity.
But the next second, she staggered and nearly fell to the ground.
The Ghost Mother Wuji knitted her brows, but soon smoothed them out again. In a frigid voice, she said, "To be honest, there's no deep hatred between us. There's no need for us to fight to the death."
"Lin Fan, return the brocade box you stole from me, and our grievances will be wiped clean."
As she spoke, her originally delicate and fair face suddenly became eerie and twisted. A hideous, indescribable ghost face faintly surfaced over it as she shrieked, "But if you insist on becoming my enemy and refuse to bring back the brocade box, don't blame me for paying any price to make your life and death equally difficult."
She glared viciously at Lin Fan, her gaze turning fierce and sharp.
Faced with the Ghost Mother Wuji's threat, Lin Fan suddenly calmed down. He said, "What exactly is the origin of the finger bone in the brocade box?"
The Ghost Mother Wuji narrowed her eyes slightly. "You don't need to ask. In any case, it has nothing to do with you."
"You know too much. That will only make you die faster."
"My patience is limited. You'd better decide quickly."
"Are you handing over the item so that we can part in peace, or do you want to fight me to the death?"
The Ghost Mother Wuji's voice was icy as she continued threatening him.
Lin Fan sized her up without hurrying to respond. Instead, he continued probing. "Is it the bone of a cultivator or a demonic beast? Or perhaps something left behind by a transcendent existence standing above all others?"
The Ghost