The Welcoming Ghost Appears

Mu Yuan's face was ashen. He clutched Ling Yan's collar tightly, gasping for breath.

"It's alright now," Ling Yan said to him, then repeated softly, "It's alright now."

Mu Yuan rested his head against Ling Yan's chest, exhaled, and then forced himself to regain his composure. He asked, "What happened?"

Ling Yan released him. "The incense burning in that room was problematic."

After Ling Yan and Mu Yuan entered the black-tiled, black-walled house, Ling Yan felt that the scent of the incense burning in the altar's censer was off.

He held his breath and quickly reached out to pull Mu Yuan.

Unexpectedly, Mu Yuan shrugged off his hand and walked directly towards the censer.

Ling Yan called out to him, then quickly retreated from the black stone house filled with the intoxicating incense.

Meanwhile, Mu Yuan had already extended his hand to touch the mask enshrined behind the censer.