Holding the Emperor’s Decree to Command the Princes

Xia Zhihuai had no intention of delving into the past of these fierce ghosts. Right now, all he wanted was to quickly find Professor Meng’s soul and leave this exceptionally dangerous space.

“Have you found Professor Meng?” Xia Zhihuai asked.

Wanwan shook her head, feeling frustrated. “I’ve been walking for a while and haven’t encountered a single ghost.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Zhihuai felt like he was going to explode. It seemed that trouble only sought him out, while the ghosts and that crimson mass ignored her completely. It was truly shameless!

“Unlike you, brother, you have such good luck,” Wanwan sighed with mixed emotions.

Veins bulging on his forehead, Xia Zhihuai snapped, “That’s enough, Wanwan!”

Wanwan glanced at Xia Zhihuai with a deep gaze and simply said, “Oh.”

That only made him even more furious.

Though she didn’t say it directly, he still felt mocked by Wanwan, that little radish.