What Ghost?

Ling Han's heart suddenly jolted.

All kinds of weird and bizarre monstrosities could appear in the Mystery Realm. Perhaps… it was nothing unusual for a ghost to appear.

However, curiosity killed the cat. He was brave and extremely curious, and thus he couldn't help but creep toward that stretch of woods. He trod nimbly, and even drew his Divine Sword. His movements were especially careful.

After arriving at the edge of the woods, he lightly swept aside the tall grass. A sobbing white-robed person appeared in his view. The terrifying thing was, she actually didn't have a head!

'It's really a ghost?'

Ling Han clenched the sword in his hand as a numb feeling spread across his body. This wasn't a feeling of fear. Rather, it was one of excitement.

He had never killed a ghost before.

Xiu! He leaped forward, and his sword flashed down.