The man's expression was heavy, his gaze fixed on Xia Mian, "What do you mean by that?"
Xia Mian took a steady step forward, her gaze slightly lowering onto the man, her tone rising, "What do I mean? Ha..."
As Xia Mian's "ha" fell, another ghost floated up from the mouth of the well.
This ghost was a young girl.
The girl wore a red dress, her hair tied in two pigtails, and blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, as she sobbed continuously.
Seeing the girl, the man's face changed immediately.
The next moment, a layer of black mist appeared on the man's face.
The man's demeanor began to change as well.
The young girl seemed to sense her enemy nearby and cried even more miserably.
As the girl's sobs echoed, the man raised his hands to cover his ears, his expression becoming increasingly vicious.
"You deserve to die! You all deserve to die!" The man waved his hands as if trying to grab something.
