Ming Yun sneered. "I underestimated you!"
Before her words had faded, larger wisps of ghost fire drifted out of the lamp.
These clusters of ghost fire were clearly different from the ones Mu Ran had seen earlier. They seemed to bear faint human faces.
At first, Ming Yun thought she was imagining things. Only when they drew closer did she suddenly realize that this was no illusion at all. These were ghost flames with human faces.
The ghost flames even gave off a low, whimpering hum, as though they were weeping, lamenting, and cursing.
Mu Ran hurriedly steadied her mind and focused on the sacred artifact again. She knew she had probably been affected just now.
Fortunately, what she was wielding was a Buddhist artifact, which could still shield her from many harmful influences.
Clusters of ghost fire bearing ghostly faces rushed toward her. She closed her eyes to shut out their influence and concentrated on controlling the Buddhist artifact. Every ghost flame that approached was purified by the light it emitted.
Gradually, the relaxed look disappeared from Ming Yun's face, because she realized that Mu Ran's battered stick actually worked remarkably well.
She also realized that even a low-ranking Buddhist artifact held an absolute suppressive advantage over ghost artifacts.
But how could she possibly resign herself to conceding defeat just like this?
Just then, something seemed to occur to Ming Yun. The corners of her lips suddenly curled upward, and a dangerous gleam flickered in her eyes.
Mu Ran thought she heard a familiar voice calling for help.
Only when it drew closer did she recognize Uncle Li, who had always taken good care of her younger brother. Her heart faltered. Could Uncle Li still be alive?
Mu Ran opened her eyes almost without thinking.
But the moment she