"What benefits did Zhang Xuan's current wife give you? Or who bribed you to frame me? What's your plan in having Zhang Xuan possess Yunhan?"
Before Yun Qi could speak, Su Yunhan on the nearby hospital bed struggled desperately and shouted, "Zhang Xuan, leave my husband alone, you can't harm him!"
"It seems you all have the same inner ghost, so it'll be as you wish."
Yun Qi's fingertips drew a touch of pale golden light, which gently revolved, extracting some black aura from Huang Zhaowei and Su Yunhan.
The black aura gathered in the air, forming a human shape, slowly landing, the black light vanished, turning into the figure of Zhang Xuan.
She still retained the horrific appearance at her death, blood tears streaming from her eyes, her body bloodied and mangled, everywhere marked with scorched traces.
But it was merely a shadow, almost transparent, like a human projection.
With a clear gaze, Yun Qi tilted her head, looking at Su Yunhan, "Aunt, is this the ghost you saw?"
