"A darkened forehead signifies an impending disaster. Red veins running through the pupil indicate a short remaining life." Shen Jiyu's gaze was on the man but Dong Xun did not seem to be bothered.
He bowed lowly, "Masters, I did not invite you for myself. My wife is being haunted by ghosts. She is innocent. I am the one who did everything so why are they haunting her?"
"Innocent?" Yan Xiang asked, like he had heard something that he could not even imagine.
His voice made every hair on the surface of Zhu Xi stand up and every nerve in his body pulled taut.
Shen Jiyu rubbed his thumb in circles over Yan Xiang and looked at the woman. He could not see her but he could feel the various things that were attached to her body and the evil thing wrapped around her hand.