"I don't know either, but if it attacks you, don't hold back. Use whatever you have, go all out, kill it if you must, and it'll be on me," Yang Xiao stretched out his hand and firmly patted Tong Han's shoulder.
After everything was prepared, Tong Han hid himself about 15 meters away from Yang Xiao. That distance was just right.
Yang Xiao hesitated no longer, putting on the Drama Robe. After taking a few deep breaths, he pulled out the Ghost Phone from his arm, held the receiver close to his left cheek, extended his right index finger, and dialed the number on the Little Mirror Ghost's phone, one button at a time.
The moment the call connected, that eerie yet familiar sensation surged forth, spreading instantly through Yang Xiao's entire body.
When he regained his senses, the scene before him had already shifted to a street in a villa district. The surrounding space was shrouded in a dim gray mist, silent and lifeless.
