"It's not ghost fire."
Ning Fan shook his head. Although the color of the firelight was very similar, he felt a hint of cold danger from this flame.
As the talismans burned, the flames grew larger, flickering like the Northern Lights,
then the flames suddenly fell and landed on Barn's corpse.
Soon, Barn's corpse was completely engulfed in the fire, and the fire grew stronger.
Daisylin's mouth was wide open as she screamed in terror, "What the hell is this thing?"
"I don't know either."
Ning Fan let out a bitter smile, his eyes filled with impenetrable dark clouds.
After the flames landed on the corpse, they only ignited the body.
Ning Fan saw clearly that Barn's clothes and the wooden floor showed no signs of burning.
As the corpse burned, the fire grew stronger, yet amidst these ethereal flames, Ning Fan felt not even a hint of heat.
This burning fire was bizarre enough to lack high temperatures.
"This..."
