However.
When Feng Fuce turned his back on her, the little one closed her eyes in pain.
Because, it was not just the roar of the lion warning in her ears.
More were the wails and cries for help from the lonely souls and wild ghosts here.
"I beg you, deliver me!"
"Take me away, sob sob."
"Where is my home, can I ever return home?"
They clamored, their cries sharp and shrill, carrying a bit of grievance from not being mourned, and endless desolation.
Bai Zhi'er once delivered souls in hell; this was her specialty.
So she was especially sensitive to such places.
But with Feng Fuce ahead, the little one was not ready to act recklessly.
After all, last time Feng Fuce had even sensed she had an Immortal Bone!
He even tried to find traces of the Immortal Bone on her.
Though he found nothing, it was because Feng Fuce never guessed that Bai Zhi'er's Immortal Bone grew in a different spot.
Below her heart.
A child, full of injuries, his skin bruised.
