Trust

Lu Yu recognized the yellow cloth. Chan Li had left it behind; it had been found on her corpse, clutched tightly in her hand.

According to Mister Jiang and the others' later comparison, the cloth's texture was much like the yellow cloth wrapped around the Saintess's head. It was a rare Buddhist cloth used to suppress evil spirits.

Lu Yu didn't know where she found the courage, but she grabbed the cloth and flung it hard at the Starving Ghost's face.

A strange thing happened. The Starving Ghost's swift movements halted. Then the part of its face that touched the cloth seemed to have been burned by a hot iron, letting out a sizzling sound. The Starving Ghost struggled backward and vanished in an instant.

The blizzard outside the cave also died down.

Lu Yu sank to the ground, surviving against all odds. It took her a long time to come back to herself. Then, as pain shot through her leg, she suddenly burst into tears.

It had nothing to do with the pain or fear. She simply understood that this time, she hadn't died. Her life was still in her own hands. She still had a chance to leave this snowy mountain and bask in the sunlight of the outside world.

But Teacher Zi Gui and the others probably weren't so lucky. The Starving Ghost would surely go after them.

Through her increasingly blurred vision, she saw the image of the fat man.

This man, who had no relation to her, had left her the thing that could save his life. If not for him, she would now be nothing but a skeleton, just like Chan Li and the others.

She clearly remembered the look in his eyes when he left the item behind. They were so pure and