Hua Jinyan looked in the direction of the candle and then at the ancient costume ghost lunging crazily at Feng Qi, biting wildly like a mad dog, and instantly grasped the situation.
Little Taotie was worried that the spiritual bodies of the three colleagues had already been devoured by this ancient costume ghost.
Taking a deep breath, Hua Jinyan had the same fleeting suspicion.
He was more rational and didn't comfort himself by saying he was overthinking; instead, he focused on the flame, seeking an answer.
"Let's go over and take a look." Hua Jinyan walked toward the three candles.
Little Taotie reached out to stop him, "We can't get close, they'll go out—"
The sentence abruptly stopped.
At this moment, Hua Jinyan was very close to the three candles, yet there was no strange wind, and the flames on the three candles remained unchanged.
