"Lord Shami, did you feel the goodwill of the Streetlight senior? — Why does Lord Shami look so pale?"
Stacy was excited and suddenly noticed Shami's uneasy expression.
Shami trembled and distanced himself from the Streetlight Ghost, swallowing nervously.
According to the intelligence gathered by the Demon King, this Streetlight Ghost would extend his hands to strangle capitalists under the streetlight and then hang them there.
He saw the streetlight extend its hands toward him just now, right? It wasn't an illusion, was it?
"Ah, right, I remember now! The Streetlight senior once told me he used to be a Sword Spirit..."
Stacy raised her index finger.
Shami quickly cleared his mind, but couldn't help furrowing his brows.
"Is he a ghost or a Sword Spirit, no, this guy can't even be considered a sword! It's clearly a streetlight, it has nothing to do with a sword at all!"
