In the fierce clash between divine power and ghost qi,
the air began to resonate with a "whimpering" sound—sometimes like an old man's sigh, sometimes like a woman's sob, and sometimes like a child's giggle.
In short, the sounds were bizarre, intertwining as if weaving a chaotic symphony.
Outside, the sky was dim and the ground enshrouded in darkness, with flying sand and stones accompanied by a raging storm.
The White Bone Tree trembled, its skeletal branches starkly visible in the dark.
The violent wind battered against the windows, producing loud "bang, bang, bang" noises, threatening to throw them open at any moment.
Suddenly, through the wooden lattice of the window, Xu Zimei spotted a figure in the courtyard.
The figure was none other than one of the students from the Heavenly Saint Academy.
His eyes were vacant, his expression shifting between laughter and tears as he trudged woodenly into the darkness.
"That guy opened the door," Xu Zimei muttered to himself.
