Ying Luo’s eyes were as if blood-red amber and she no longer gave off the presence of the living.

“Get out of her body, or I’ll have you experience death again.” Lu Yun stared expressionlessly into the girl’s eyes.

“We’ve already died once, what fear is there in dying again?” An eerie smile blossomed on her face, a kind of smile that would’ve never appeared on the original Ying Luo.

Resentment from those who’d died here had lingered after death, forming a titanic vengeful spirit that then latched onto her fear and attached to her body.

This was her first solo expedition from the sacred palace and the first time she’d explored an ancient tomb so thoroughly...