Su Nanzhi coldly refused, "What kind of thing are you?"
The black-robed figure seemed to be angered by her words. As soon as Su Nanzhi finished speaking, a black scepter suddenly appeared in his hand, with long streaks resembling blood flowing down the shaft.
It was chilling.
The two young men behind him involuntarily took two steps back.
A chorus of baby laughter suddenly rang out.
Su Nanzhi saw a group of Baby Ghosts crawling out from the ground of the tomb.
"Is it you?"
Su Nanzhi still remembered the possession incident she dealt with last year.
The young master from the Xu Family who was possessed, the old man who possessed him, summoned a bunch of Baby Ghosts in the same way.
At that time, even though it was just a clone, it took a lot of Su Nanzhi's energy to deal with it, and Jiang Beiyu ended up with a head full of silver hair because of it.
Is this now another clone, or is it the true body?
