With the Mirror Ghost's assistance, the suppressed thoughts that Yang Xiao had under the good sister's control started to surface uncontrollably again, and he had a bold idea.
Since the Mirror Ghost can be suppressed, there's no reason the good sister can't be as well. If he could find a chance to drive the wooden wedge into the Opera Robe Ghost's heart, wouldn't the tables turn, and he could be in control?
Not only could he manipulate the good sister, but also have her bear the backlash caused by using magic artifacts for him. Thinking of this, Yang Xiao pressed his lips together, almost laughing out loud.
Before Yang Xiao could continue to fantasize, the next second, his whole body suddenly turned cold, with his lower limbs feeling frozen, as if ice shards had filled his veins, and a soft, boneless hand slowly clenched his heart. The sudden change made Yang Xiao realize his position clearly.
"Slap!"