Chapter 88

While Mu An continued to vomit, Sixteen sprinkled a strange powder into the air.

Under the purifying effect of the powder, the foul odor dissipated.

Jun Mo strode inside. The first thing he saw upon entering was the Hundred Ghosts Paying Homage painting hanging on the wall—without any nails or ropes, it floated eerily in midair.

The man depicted in the painting was facing the door, smiling demonically.

Fuyun Qi, dressed in a pristine white robe, had his hair cascading down his back like a black waterfall, resting elegantly on his shoulders. 

He looked fresh, as if he had just finished bathing, and at first glance, he appeared refined and otherworldly, like an immortal who had descended into the mortal realm.

But who could have guessed from appearances alone that he was actually a ghost?