The dark and damp place was pitch black, and the young girl in a mini-skirt could only rely on her heightened senses to avoid obstacles. She moved effortlessly, as fast as the wind, through the entire empty old house...
The thing constantly fleeing ahead was neither human, nor ghost, nor monster, just a wisp of a soul relying on its grudge before death to disturb the living.
This was an ancestral home, naturally filled with heavy yin energy, greatly enhancing its grudge, making it a bit harder to capture than an ordinary soul.
Of course, it also depended on the mood of the soul catcher.
Coincidentally, the soul catcher was in a good mood today; otherwise, the soul that harmed countless people would have been slapped against the wall, doomed to vanish completely.
Xiao Guo paused her wind-like steps, slightly closed her eyes, and with a slight smile, said, "Will you surrender quietly on your own, or enter my gourd?"
