She could only turn to her master, Yang Yong, for hope.
Inside the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, Yang Yong was also studying the white figure following behind them.
It wasn't human.
In Yang Yong's perception, that thing carried no trace of a living person's presence.
Its soul form was insubstantial, its spiritual light faint. It was indeed a remnant soul,
what ordinary people called a ghost.
But it wasn't quite the same.
Yang Yong had seen many Eerie beings.
Evil spirits, vicious ghosts, vengeful fiends, Eerie entities-which of them didn't carry a sense of evil?
After the Apocalypse, any soul that could still linger in the world had been tainted by Eerie Qi to some degree. Given enough time, every one of them became something that harmed people.
Yet the remnant soul behind them felt utterly clean to him.
Not evil.
Not vicious.
It gave Yang Yong only one feeling: attachment.
An extreme, almost pathological attachment to something.
That obsession was like a taut string...
It held fast to the last shred of its awareness, keeping it from dispersing...
It hadn't become an Eerie being that knew only slaughter, nor had it... been pulled completely into the depths by that thing underground.
That also seemed to be precisely why it hadn't left.
It's no ordinary Eerie entity.
Yang Yong reached his judgment inwardly. But it's definitely not human, either.
While Long Ya and Yang Yong were full of questions, old Jiang Meng, driving up front, suddenly said, "Why not let my wife give it a try?"
Long Ya turned to look at him.
Jiang Meng's aged face broke into a grin, exposing a few crooked yellow teeth. "My wife was a Spirit Medium before the Apocalypse."
"She made her living with that craft."
"After the Apocalypse, that craft still had its