Wanwan rubbed her nose and carefully took out a black object shaped like a peanut. She spoke cautiously, “It’s a ghost servant with limited abilities. It will disperse with a touch.”
“Is this thing dangerous?” Xia Zhihuai asked seriously.
Wanwan hesitated for two seconds and decisively shook her head, “It’s not dangerous.”
These ghost servants lacked intelligence and were usually buried alongside the tomb’s owner, serving them or handling simple tasks.
For ordinary people, they might pose some danger.
But for her, they were completely harmless.
Xia Zhihuai remained skeptical. He didn’t believe that the sudden appearance of this black object was a mere coincidence.
However, he knew nothing about metaphysics and couldn’t determine if Wanwan’s words were true or false.
Xia Zhihuai grew even more worried. If he remained ignorant of what Wanwan was studying, he wouldn’t have a chance to remedy any mistakes she might make if she became careless.
They couldn’t continue like this.