Li Shang rarely saw such an expression on her face and couldn't help but feel tense as well.
"What happened?"
Thinking back to how they were just looking for Zhu Hong, he asked speculatively:
"Did something happen to Zhu Hong?"
Mu Yunchu's expression grew more grave.
Until the bell at the shop's entrance chimed, and no one entered, a nearly transparent figure drifted in.
At first, Li Shang didn't recognize it, but after a few glances, he exclaimed in shock, "Zhu Hong?"
"How did you become like this?"
Generally speaking, the stronger a ghost's power, the deeper its body's color. Someone like Zhu Hong, nearly on the verge of dispersing. Another level more severe would be the kind of lonely soul without even consciousness.
The problem was that they had just met a few hours ago, so how did she become like this? Mu Yunchu had even advised her not to wander around, especially in the daytime when a newly dead person's soul is unstable.
