The ghost stood in the darkness, bent down, and gazed at Gu Qingshan and Zhao Xiaoseng.
Its entire body was shrouded in black mist. Only its head was exposed, and its pair of green-flame eyes drew close to Gu Qingshan's face, fixing him with an unblinking stare.
"What a distinct fluctuation. I can feel the power of the Life Talisman Art within you."
"...Another evil ghost hoping to take part in the Six Paths Competition. Did you evade those stronger ones and risk coming here, hoping I'll grant you the status of a Holy Selection?"
Normally, when faced with a question like that, someone would likely play along, hoping to buy more time and draw out the conversation so they could assess the situation.
But Gu Qingshan said nothing. He quietly tightened his grip on the black thread in his hand.
One end of the thread was connected to him, and the other was attached to the ghost.
A vague sensation traveled along the thread, reaching Gu Qingshan's heart.
—Through the mysterious sensation emanating from the thread, he could feel the other party's anger and murderous intent.
Anger could mean a thousand things.
Murderous intent meant only one.
Gu Qingshan naturally understood the difference.
In that instant, his mind raced through countless thoughts, and he gained a deeper understanding of the Fate Skill "Attachment."
He didn't know this monster.
He had no information about it.
None of that mattered. He could directly sense its attitude and emotions.
Fate Skills truly were powerful abilities, born to save the day.
"Not at all," Gu Qingshan said frankly. "I'm not an evil ghost. I'm the War Lord of the Yellow Springs Path. I entered here to learn about the evil ghosts, and woke you by accident."
The ghost drew its head back, then