Guangyuan Mountain Ghost's yin energy was fundamentally different from the yin energy of the ghost himself.
I could already feel that Guangyuan Mountain Ghost's yin energy was like a dye, seeping into the ghost's soul. He was gradually changing in the direction of Zheng Motian.
At the thought of Zheng Motian, my heart tightened. But I had no better solution, so I could only call anxiously to the ghost, reminding him to be careful.
But all he could think about now was killing Yuan Xiaomei to avenge himself. That thought had taken control of his mind.
He probably couldn't hear anything I said now. He might not even know what was happening to him.
If this change was completed, all the work I'd done before would be wasted.
No matter how anxious I felt, it was no use. The situation was already beyond my control.
Just as I was at a loss about what to do, wondering where to find another host, I suddenly felt something fall beside my feet.
I looked down and saw a broken twig, only about a knuckle long.
Tap!
Another broken twig fell beside my feet.
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look.
A face peered out from a clump of trees in the distance. It was smeared with dirt and mostly obscured by leaves and branches, but I recognized him at a glance.
The other person furtively snapped off another twig, then carefully flicked it with his fingers. It landed near my feet. After that, he suddenly stopped moving, his eyes darting around as if searching for something, before he tilted his head to listen.
I floated over and whispered, "Gu Mo."
Gu Mo's eyes immediately turned toward me, pinpointing my location.
He lowered his voice. "What happened to you? Are