He discovered that he couldn't move.
Not only Xiao Lan, but even the fatso and Zhang Banxian couldn't move.
Jiang Chen was the same.
He felt as if something had its eyes on him.
A chill crept up his back.
Then, a strange sight appeared.
The fatso, Zhang Banxian, and Xiao Lan had all disappeared.
Only Jiang Chen remained, standing in the room.
The skull artifact of the Ghost Child in his hand showed no reaction.
Jiang Chen began to panic.
He wanted to shout the names of the fatso, Zhang Banxian, and Xiao Lan.
But his mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't move it at all.
He only felt something icy slither into his mouth.
The cold seeped through him, from his soul to his flesh.
It seemed capable of freezing his soul bit by bit.
With a whoosh,
a gleaming blade appeared in midair and slashed toward a certain spot.
Crack!
Another sharp sound rang out.
Jiang Chen felt something snap.
He could move again.
And Sode no Shirayuki had appeared in his hand.
A bone-chilling aura seeped from the hilt.
It carried a warning—and a strange fury.
That fury came from Jiang Chen.
He spoke to the empty air. "Give them back to me, or else..."
"This time next year will be the anniversary of your death!"
As he spoke, Jiang Chen tossed the skull in his hand into the air.
It didn't look like it had any power to attack.
But then he heard a scream.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"My hand!"
A woman's voice rang out from the empty air, shrieking in agony.
She sucked in a sharp breath and looked at Jiang Chen. "I never thought the Ghost Child would actually help you."
"Little human, you've certainly surprised me!"
"Give them