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In the profound darkness, Yang Xiao's mind was suddenly flooded with many strange things. This dreary world, void of any vitality or color, was the real ghost world. And the girl before him was the true ghost.
The long line of ghost children, including those who had died tragically, were just an external form. But this girl was the "essence."
Donning the Nether Garment, it was as if he had also merged into this ghostly realm. He seemed... He seemed to have become a ghost too, cold, shadowy, indifferent, and stiff—as a human's emotions rapidly vanished, "Is this... what it feels like to use the Resentful Eye?"
If he continued like this, he might lose himself, allowing something entirely incomprehensible to occupy his empty shell.
The girl holding the lantern seemed to notice Yang Xiao too. She abandoned her attack on Doctor Wang and began to turn around, the dismal green light retracting with her.