It's like ice and snow suddenly exposed to the scorching sun, the whole world quickly melts away.
To a fierce ghost, splashing water is the most deadly poison. When Xu Zhifei splashed water on the female ghost, it didn't even struggle or scream, silently turning into a pool of complex-colored water, flowing on the ground.
Bai Yanliang fell down with a thud, and before Xu Zhifei could glance at him, she felt a whirl in her head.
...
"Whew—"
The cool river wind blew through her long hair.
Bai Yanliang and Xu Zhifei still stood at the river bank, without moving an inch.
"Cough cough..."
Bai Yanliang rubbed his neck, gasping heavily.
As always, Xu Zhifei was mysteriously elegant, her water stains vanished into thin air, and the injury on her ankle had healed.
"Without death, there will be healing," Xu Zhifei said.
Bai Yanliang looked up at her, "Psychological effect, coughing a few times makes it feel better."
Xu Zhifei stared at him without blinking, "Three minutes?"
