The ghostly woman used a secret technique to conceal her face, but her spell was as good as nonexistent under Yang Zhenshan's gold-enhanced eyes.
"It's you!"
Yang Zhenshan recognized the ghostly woman at a glance.
He flashed and appeared in front of her.
"It's not me, it's not me!" The ghostly woman was startled and retreated repeatedly, saying.
Yang Zhenshan wasn't about to let her escape. He gestured with his hand, and vines sprang forth, directly surrounding the ghostly woman.
"Don't kill me!" The ghostly woman was about to cry. She wanted to resist, but her fear of Yang Zhenshan prevented her from acting impulsively.
"Why are you here? Where's Mo Xuanyu?" Yang Zhenshan asked.
