Black mist swirled together, forming a humanoid shape in mid-air.
But its appearance was identical to Zhang Hao. If it weren't for those fierce and ruthless eyes, anyone might have thought Zhang Hao's soul had been pulled out.
The nearly torn apart Zhang Hao, now without the support of the malevolent ghost, slumped weakly to the ground, barely clinging to life.
"This Zhang Hao was captured months ago, and only after that did the murder case begin."
Xie Jiuxiao squinted, already pondering, "So it's this malevolent ghost causing the murders behind the scenes? No wonder we've never found the mastermind before; it turns out this guy was right beside us, and as a ghost, his methods are truly advanced."
Mr. Zhao widened his eyes, "What? Is it Zhang Hao and this ghost orchestrating the murders from behind? My God, if not for the princess discovering it, we'd never find the murderer."
