247 Crushing Trash, Caring Brother Yan [1 Update]

The night was without light, and nothing could be seen clearly.

However, at this instant, Huo Ximian felt the temperature around her suddenly drop, causing the hairs on her body to stand on end.

Could it be...that she had seen a ghost?!

At this moment, Huo Ximian's adrenal hormones surged due to excessive fear.

In the Huo Family, she too grew up listening to historical stories.

Too many people were buried in the land of Fengyuan.

Countless bones fell, and blood turned into rivers.

Countless wronged spirits lingered here, reluctant to leave.

Some people said that they had encountered supernatural events at the ruins of the Ning Dynasty Imperial Palace, and fell ill for a long time after leaving Fengyuan.

Could it be...

Huo Ximian stared tensely at the illusory figure in front of her, cold sweat breaking out on her forehead and palms, and even her back was soaked.