A few minutes later, a man dressed entirely in black appeared before them. He carried chains on his back, held a noose in his left hand, and there was no expression on his cold and stern face.
He looked at the malicious spirit torn in half lying on the ground, then at the boy's soul emitting white light, and finally at Cui Wenyan.
"Did you catch the ghost?" the Ghost Messenger asked.
"Yes. But my master finished it off in the end." It was Cui Wenyan's first time seeing a Ghost Messenger, and he was both shocked and curious. This Ghost Messenger seemed rather cold. Well, that made sense; someone who specialized in capturing ghosts had to be impartial and cold, right? It was only much later that Cui Wenyan realized how naive his initial thoughts were.
The Ghost Messenger looked at Tianmiao, then paused.
Who is this person? The glow of virtue was so bright that it almost obscured his face.
