The moon hung brightly in the sky.
Lin Qiye sat cross-legged under the bright moon, constantly absorbing the pure power of the stars and moon to resist the erosion of the resentment.
He was still at the riverside where he drowned, unable to get too far away.
According to the description of this world, he currently existed as a water ghost, a spiritual body.
"I am too weak. I must strengthen my soul as soon as possible and get rid of this resentment. Otherwise, if I stay here forever, sooner or later, I will be corroded."
Lin Qiye's eyes emitted a silver light, instantly extinguishing the black fog surrounding him.
It was already the seventh time he had destroyed the resentment trying to invade him.
Seven days had passed since he was reincarnated. Every night, new resentment would be born. And as time passed, the resentment would become stronger and stronger.