Chen Lan opened the nearby cabinet, inside was Yan Yu's body, upright, without any damage, not even the clothes were missing.
He took out Yan Yu's body and looked at Yan Yu's soul on the bed.
The soul indeed had a big problem, his Divine Sense mark was constantly being eroded by some mysterious force, this force was very special, seemingly trying to transform Yan Yu's soul.
Transform it into a soul more suitable to linger here.
That mysterious force came from the black smoke emitted by the candle on the table. With a wave of his hand, the candle went out.
With a snap, a streak of Soul Power burst forth from his fingertips, shooting into Yan Yu's Soul Body, forcefully extinguishing those mysterious forces.
In no time, the mysterious forces inside Yan Yu's Soul Body vanished completely.
"Come," Chen Lan suddenly turned around to look at the doorway, he had already sensed that the Ghost King was coming.
