Ghosts, such entities, invisible and untouchable, yet they can evoke a deep-seated awe in ordinary people.
On the way back, Lin Tian constantly felt as if something was following him, making his hair stand on end, but a quick turn revealed nothing.
According to Xu Dongxu, Lin Tian had a guilty conscience, having done something outrageous, which is why he was nervous.
His words went in one ear of Lin Tian and out the other, not taken seriously, as if Xu Dongxu were just farting.
Lin Tian carried the great elder on his back, casually chatting with Xu Dongxu, though the old man didn't seem interested in conversing with him. Mainly because talking exhausted him so much; just walking turned his face pale, making him look like a white ghost.
Suddenly, Xu Dongxu's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Hey, get up." Lin Tian stepped forward and tapped his waist with his toe.
Yet Xu Dongxu lay still, like a corpse.
