"The breath of the epidemic death, yet the plague aura is so thin... a newly born little Plague Ghost?"
A graceful voice echoed across the wasteland,
like a stunning woman walking out from a painting, dressed in a turquoise silk garment, lifting a hooded figure with one hand,
she gently exhaled, and the black robe turned into dust, revealing the dark red skeleton beneath.
"The God of Plague..."
The woman shook her head slightly and was about to tear the small Plague Ghost apart.
"Wait!!"
In the nick of time, Zhang Fusheng finally took over the body of the Plague Ghost, the sound of bones rubbing, creating a grating noise that pierced the lungs:
"Miss Mingyue, hold on, it's me!"
Miss Mingyue was slightly stunned:
"Who are you?"
"Zhang..... Fusheng!"
The distance was still too far, and the body of the Plague Ghost was filled with too much plague aura, making Zhang Fusheng's thoughts clumsy and faltering when operated remotely.
"Young Master Zhang??"
