Yang Xin raised her head from her grief, her tear-stricken face full of confusion, "Why the lighter?"
Looking at the three sticks of Spiritual Incense in Yun Qi's hand only made her more perplexed.
But she didn't know why, she suddenly felt Yun Qi was very reliable, so she said nothing and fetched a lighter from the bedroom.
It was the one Li Chuan used when he was alive. Yang Xin stared at the lighter, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
Yun Qi lit the three sticks of Spiritual Incense and waved them in front of Li Chuan.
Allowing him to inhale some of the smoke, slowly, the Black Fog around Li Chuan dissipated, his Dead Soul became much more stable, and even the blackness gradually floating in his eyes faded away.
Yun Qiuce was startled: "Qi, wasn't he supposed to have committed suicide? How could he generate resentful energy just from being agitated?"
