Since it was still, overall, an underground environment, the air circulation should not have been very noticeable.
But when the girl finished drawing a magic circle with black powder on the rooftop and conducted the Spirit Medium Ritual, an indescribable chill swept toward them.
It seemed to exist, yet it also seemed not to exist. But when everyone looked up, they found that Raven had already changed her expression and was staring numbly at them.
This was a typical case of a ghost possessing someone. Now they could ask questions about the soul, and the more powerful the caster, the less able the soul was to resist or lie.
They could not keep this up for too long, or the magic would affect her body. Bobo immediately questioned the soul inside the girl.
"Can you sense anywhere that attracts you? An instinctive attraction."
"The sun."
No one knew how many years this brother had been a zombie, but his accent was even heavier than that of an illegal immigrant from Mexico. He somehow made a simple three-letter word sound like it was flavored with cumin.
Fortunately, they could understand him.
Bobo stepped aside and pointed behind them, toward the white fireball hanging high in the air. "This sun?"
"Not cold."
The soul of the Jane Doe zombie indicated that it was not this sun. He meant another sun, and a very cold one at that.
Raven's expression immediately turned somewhat ferocious. Her eyes rolled white as she twisted her body, looking extremely anxious.
"Strange answer. Is there a way to mark this soul? We can follow him." Su Ming turned to ask Bobo.
He had not gleaned much from "sun" and "cold." It might be a clue, but it was not useful for now.
"Raven should have a way. As