Xu Feng walked over at an unhurried pace and found that the human face kept retreating, maintaining its distance from him.
When it reached the roadside, it vanished completely.
But Xu Feng had remained as composed as a seasoned master.
No matter how the thing tried to lure him,
Xu Feng did not fall into its trap.
Where it had disappeared, Xu Feng spotted a cunning and dangerous natural trap.
He swung out his staff and jabbed at the ground beside the road. The surface looked solid, but his staff plunged straight through!
"A cliff."
Understanding dawned on Xu Feng's face.
The darkness here was the trap's natural camouflage, and part of the trap itself. But Xu Feng happened to see through it. "Loose ground formed from old leaves and humus? That face tricks people over here to kill them."
Xu Feng backed away.
He searched as far as he could see, but found no trace of ghostly mist or a ghost road between Yin and Yang. The thing was probably not a ghost.
It looked like a wraith.
The kind of wraith spoken of alongside mountain spirits and river wraiths.
A wraith was a harmful monster, spirit, or ghost.
The name covered a range of phenomena.
Such things usually arose beside deserted mountains or rivers. Some formed naturally; others came from the souls of people who had died there. They harmed people by drawing them into danger.
Just as this one had tried to lure Xu Feng to the cliff's edge so he would fall.
And die.
If Xu Feng refused to follow, it would have other methods. It might frighten him from behind until he panicked and fell. If the fall killed him, all the better. If not, it probably had another trick waiting.
But—
Xu Feng stared