Shen Yaowei's expression was calm as she picked up a string with one finger.
After the strings were stretched to the limit, she let go. The clear sound of the zither trembled and turned into an afterimage that flew out.
The black hand was torn in half by the wind blade. The green shadow pierced through the black fog and attacked. Its five fingers formed claws as it headed straight for Shen Yaowei.
Shen Yaowei dodged to the side and saw Lu Yin's claw outline an afterimage in the air. It grazed her sleeve and was just a step away from hurting her.
The hair on her exposed arm trembled. Shen Yaowei could clearly feel how terrifying Lu Yin's strength was.
This man was probably even more powerful than the previous ghost great-aunt.
Shen Yaowei's eyes darkened. She pretended to rush out and headed straight for Lu Yin.
Lu Yin tilted his head and licked his lower lip. He looked at Shen Yaowei's almost death wish with satisfaction.
