Lin Chuan stared blankly at the cold and painful face in front of him, unable to hold back anymore, he suddenly wanted to rush forward and hug his mother.
The cold and painful face slowly deformed, suddenly turning into a cold stream of air, which drilled into Lin Chuan through his nostrils.
The cold stream of air that entered through the nostrils did not follow the meridians, but rushed directly towards Lin Chuan's brain.
Lin Chuan remained in a daze, still not fully awake from the illusion.
"Lin Chuan." Qin Fang shouted anxiously from outside.
The phantom soul, as the name suggests, is a soul that can cause hallucinations. This cold stream of air that drilled into Lin Chuan's brain was the phantom soul, refined from countless newly dead people's yet-to-dissipate three souls and seven spirits.
