Xia Xin saw this scene, and his heart lifted, calling out anxiously, "Quick, dodge it!"
But Jiangli stood there, unmoving.
"Don't!"
The female ghost, seeing this scene, let out a terrified scream, stretching out her hand as if she wanted to stop it.
At that moment, Jiangli lifted the long spear in her hand.
The female ghost cried out in horror, "No, don't hurt my child, it knows nothing, spare it!"
Hearing the female ghost's words, Jiangli's eyes darkened, and she loosened her grip on the long spear.
Xia Xin's heart jumped to his throat, "Ancestor, what, what are you doing!"
Damn!
How could you drop your weapon at a time like this?
Xia Xin was almost frantic.
Jiangli acted as if she hadn't heard Xia Xin's words, her expression unchanged.
But just as the meatball was about to engulf Jiangli, she rapidly formed hand seals with both hands.