Yang Jian frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Shanshan.
After the supernatural incident at school and then the Ghost Infant incident, he and Wang Shanshan had become fairly familiar with each other.
He had thought everything would be fine after he removed the Ghost Slave mark the Ghost Infant had left on her. After all, if anything had happened, Wang Shanshan's father, Wang Bin, would definitely have called to notify him.
Yet this time—
When Yang Jian saw Wang Shanshan again, he found that she had practically become a different person.
Her skin was bloodless and pale, and she carried an aura almost identical to that of a corpse—cold, chilling, with barely any trace of what a living person should have.
Her entire body seemed steeped in deathly stillness.
But because Wang Shanshan was a young girl, that deathly air was fairly well concealed. Women naturally tended toward a softer, more yin-like disposition, so when she walked down the street, people would only think she was an icy, aloof girl. They would not associate her with corpses or death.
After all, she still looked perfectly normal on the surface.
"Uncle Wang, how did Wang Shanshan become like this? You don't mind telling me, do you?" Yang Jian asked.
Wang Bin was stunned at first, then said bitterly, "Why would I mind? I actually wanted to tell you about this and ask for your opinion. It was just that Shanshan seemed normal at first, so we thought she was fine and didn't want to bother you. Later, when we noticed something was wrong with her health, we didn't think in any other direction. We only thought of taking her to the hospital."
"After dragging it out for a while, the medicine didn't help either. Only then did her mother and