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"This is bad…"

In the outskirts of the city, on a dimly lit and deserted road, a light murmur could be heard. The nearby ground was smeared with plenty of still fresh blood traces, and a strange, pungent smell of blood wafted through the chilly air.

A person sat weakly by the roadside, panting heavily, his brows furrowed and teeth clenched, seemingly enduring some intense pain.

"An accident still happened, but I really did my best this time. Who would have thought the ghost that Guo Fan released would be so horrifying? I almost couldn't hold on and died right here."

In the dimness, Chen Yi slightly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the dark mass slowly moving away in the distance.

Within that receding darkness was a Ghost Candle.

Though it came at a certain cost, in the end, the second Ghost Candle was successfully relit.

Only... the result was far from ideal.