The voice calling Gao Cheng grew louder in his ear, Han Fei lowered the brim of his hat, but the lazy ghost under the black duckbill hat showed no reaction.
"With my current personality ability, it's very difficult to interfere with me. How did the opponent manage this?"
Han Fei quietly looked around, but saw no trace of ghosts and monsters.
He perked up his ears to listen carefully; the voice calling Gao Cheng held no malice, simply an intention to lead him somewhere.
Taking a deep breath, Han Fei tried to ignore the voice. But unexpectedly, Gao Cheng's residual consciousness seemed to be struggling in the Greed Abyss, seemingly desperate to respond to the call.
The mourning nurse, with the curse on her still not fully cleansed, also began to scream, wanting to climb out of the Abyss.
"Could the ghost calling Gao Cheng be their friend?"
The voice became clearer, it was an unfamiliar woman's voice, gentle, mature, sad, yet restrained.
