Separated from Wanwan

Xia Zhihuai had no idea what Wanwan was thinking. With one hand holding his child and the other gripping a sword, he followed closely behind the two Taoist masters, exuding a heroic and lofty aura.

This was his first time stepping into the realm of fierce ghosts, and although he felt a bit anxious inside, having a little divine beast in his arms instantly boosted his confidence.

For the first time, he found Wanwan to be particularly reliable, capable of providing him with immense strength and comfort.

After walking in darkness for a while, Xia Zhihuai shrank his neck, feeling a chill.

“Wanwan, don’t you find this place strange?”

The person in his arms didn’t respond at all. He lowered his head to take a look and was immediately frightened, letting out a scream as he threw away the crimson mass.

Xia Zhihuai hastily stepped back, searching for Wanwan in all directions. “Wanwan, where are you?”