The Demonic Heaven and Ghost Land

"You... are you all right?"

After Nu'er Hong and the old man from the Harmful Head Sect had gone some distance, Miss Zhou Si and Xiao Hong Tang stood alert, watching as flames sprang up in clusters all around them. The whole place looked desolate.

She stood stunned for a long while, then clenched her fist and glanced in the direction Nu'er Hong had gone. Hurrying to Hu Ma, she supported him and asked, "Why did those people try to assassinate you?"

Hu Ma was suffering from a sharp pain in the center of his forehead, as though a nail had been driven into his head. He raised a hand to touch it, but there wasn't even a mark.

And looking at the wildfires covering the ground only made him feel more despondent.

He didn't feel like talking about it. He let out a quiet sigh and waved a hand. "It's nothing."

Miss Zhou Si was plainly nervous. Her gaze was full of concern, and she hesitated before speaking. "I heard what they were saying just now. Were they... Evil Spirits?"

"You figured that out?"

Hu Ma turned to look at Miss Zhou Si. Though she was rather bold in the way she did things, she wasn't actually a fool.

Nu'er Hong hadn't even tried to hide her identity. With Miss Zhou Si's background in the Yang Ming Zhou Family, it would have been strange if she hadn't noticed.

Still, he had no idea how much of their conversation she'd heard, or how much she'd understood.

"I didn't figure it out."

Miss Zhou Si answered frankly, "I sensed it."

"I... I'm already pretty capable. My family wouldn't have let me go out otherwise. Ordinarily, there aren't many people in this world who are stronger than me. Even if I meet