At this moment, the Heavenly Dao Candle above Shen Xueqing's head was extremely stable, showing no changes.
"What about this?"
Su Jie felt a slight stir in his heart, pinched a spell with his left hand, altered the nearby formation, and lifted the constraints on the fierce ghost, which was like opening the iron cage holding a tiger.
"Why does it suddenly feel so chilling?"
Shen Xueqing felt curious, and after rounding a corner, found that Su Jie had disappeared. Instead, the surrounding air had become particularly cold.
Bang!
Heavy footsteps echoed, accompanied by the sound of metal scraping against the walls.
In the hospital corridor, a fierce ghost wrapped in bandages, standing two meters tall, with a bulky figure and only a pair of crimson eyes exposed, appeared in Shen Xueqing's vision.
In its left hand, it held a heavy butcher knife, the thick blade about a meter long, reflecting a cold light in the darkness.
