An inexplicable pressure descended upon Wu Zhihan, causing her to feel a wave of fear.
She looked around in a panic, only to find nothing.
Her eyes finally settled on Jun Moyan.
At a distance of about five meters from Jun Moyan, Wu Zhihan was forced to stop.
The invisible pressure emanating from Jun Moyan made Wu Zhihan hesitant to approach, and she even felt overwhelmed, as if she wanted to retreat.
She squinted her eyes, warily and inquisitively examining Jun Moyan.
She felt quite perplexed.
This person, is he really Jun Moyan?
Inside the barrier, a boy who was anxiously waiting with Wen Xiao’ai noticed Wu Zhihan suddenly stopping and staring cautiously at Jun Moyan, finding it quite strange.
He couldn’t help but wonder: Is she also afraid of this human?
The boy couldn’t resist looking at Jun Moyan.
Then he looked back at Wu Zhihan.
This vengeful ghost seemed even more afraid of this human than he was.
What on earth is going on?
Wu Zhihan spoke, her eyes full of curiosity, her heart full of vigilance.
No, this person is not Jun Moyan.
She’s known Jun Moyan for quite some time; although this one looks exactly like Jun Moyan,
there’s something about him that Jun Moyan doesn’t have.
This person before her gave her the feeling of... a small ghost meeting a big ghost.
The fear was unrelentingly welling up from deep within her soul, uncontrollably.
It made her want to turn around and escape.
How could she fear Jun Moyan?
"Wu Zhihan, it’s you."
Jun Moyan spoke, and Wu Zhihan, for some reason, instinctively flinched, the inexplicable fear and panic in her heart growing even stronger.
She even dared not look at Jun Moyan.
"Who are you?!" Wu Zhihan was certain; this person was definitely not Jun Moyan.
He just looked like him.
"I advise you not to meddle, or I will kill you too."
"Even in death, you’re restless. Why not bring Jun Wuyang along too."
Jun Moyan looked coldly at the somewhat half-crazed Wu Zhihan.
If his vision wasn’t so good, he wouldn’t have recognized her.
The way Wu Zhihan looked now, apart from a ghost, he couldn’t imagine what else she could be.
So, people can really turn into ghosts to seek revenge after death.
"You, who are you really?"
The mention of Jun Wuyang agitated Wu Zhihan greatly.
Yet, she still felt that this person was not Jun Moyan.
Wen Xiao’ai looked at Wu Zhihan, who had previously been unstoppable but now didn’t dare to approach and kept asking who Jun Moyan was, feeling a little puzzled.
Had she suddenly gone mad?
Had she forgotten Jun Moyan?
If she doesn’t recognize him, would she not harm Jun Moyan?
"Jun... leave quickly, she seems to not recognize you anymore." Wen Xiao’ai whispered to Jun Moyan.
Jun Moyan turned his head to look at Wen Xiao’ai, his eyes full of determination: "I cannot leave you behind."
"You go home first and wait for me. I’ll be back later, I promise I’ll definitely come home. Seriously, I’m inside here, and she can’t hurt me, you go back first."
Wen Xiao’ai really wanted to reach out and push him.
"Let’s go home together." His voice was neither too soft nor too harsh, yet left no room for negotiation.
Seeing that he couldn’t drive her away, Wen Xiao’ai looked once more at the man still sitting on the ground and threatened, "If anything happens to him, I won’t forgive you." Thɪs chapter is updated by N0velFire.ɴet
Her words hurt him more than any weapon could.
The man’s fists clenched tightly, almost making a creaking sound, yet he still had no intention of breaking the barrier.
Because he knew very well.
Wu Zhihan dared not easily harm Jun Moyan.
Every ghost in this world feared him, especially vengeful ones.
The heavier the resentment and the stronger the mana, the less they dared to even get close.
Moreover, he didn’t want to see the two of them interacting, didn’t want to see them fondling each other affectionately.