As a Yin God who had lived for quite a while and resided in Ghost Street for several hundred years, Meng Changfeng had seen much and encountered all sorts of bizarre events. He had even met more than one Cross Border figure like Li Yi. However, the woman, no, more precisely, the female ghost in front of him made this Yin God, who had been alive for five hundred years, feel a chill in his bones.
"What exactly are you, there are no ghosts like you on Ghost Street," Meng Changfeng's darkened face showed a grave expression as he stared intently at the woman behind Li Yi.
He was certain that this woman had not appeared on Ghost Street just a moment ago. She had popped up suddenly at an inattentive instant; no one noticed her, no one sensed her presence.