The voice ringing beside her ears seemed to remind the little girl of something. Her thin little body shuddered, and she forcibly held back the tears in her eyes.
Then, enduring the pain, she struggled to stand.
But at this moment, not only did her entire body ache, she had not the slightest bit of strength.
"What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and help Little Yezi up first!"
Dozens of children had gathered together, some in front and some behind.
Seeing Little Yezi struggle for so long without managing to get up, a child behind them grew anxious and hurriedly cried out.
Prompted by the shout, the children at the front finally came to their senses and hurriedly fumbled to help Little Yezi up from the ground.
But just as they moved, a booming voice suddenly rang out.
"If you don't want to harm her, you'd best not touch her!"
The sudden voice drew the children's gazes toward it.
Turning their heads, they saw that, hundreds of yards away at the end of their sight, an unfamiliar figure in a Daoist robe, with a Daoist topknot coiled atop his head, had appeared at some unknown time.
At first glance, he looked quite immortal and otherworldly.
Yet on his handsome face, vivid crimson blood streaks had been painted across both eyelids and at the corners of his mouth, making him look rather frightening.
The children were still wondering about this when the figure before them took a step forward, crossing several hundred yards through the air and arriving before them.
This sudden figure, coupled with the two conspicuous blood streaks on his face, delivered an extremely powerful visual shock.
"Ah... a ghost... there's a ghost!"
The children turned pale with fright. With a cry of alarm, every one