My heart sank. The spirit was here! 

I attacked with the Yin and Yang Umbrella as I turned around. However, the spirit was too fast. While I was in the middle of my attack, he had already backed off and returned to his footless ghost form. 

“Bianhe, stop it!” 

I somewhat admired this persistent historical figure. Moreover, what he had experienced was very tragic, so I didn’t want to hurt him further. 

The spirit ignored me. He laughed strangely and turned into a red mist that came toward me. Blood drained from my face. I hurried to spin the Yin and Yang Umbrella, forcing the red mist to back off. 

Given the circumstances, I could only hold my ground and was unable to help Chuyi. If I got distracted, Bianhe would immediately storm toward me. The worst thing was that I couldn’t hurt him. After one night...