บท 685: Age of the graveyard

Yang Qing's brows joined together in deep consternation wondering about that eerie figure.

"You said eerie, eerie how?" he asked.

Gu Xing's pupils flickered slightly before she closed her eyes, trying to recall the sensation and everything she felt that day.

"I can't quite describe it.." she said with her eyes trembling.

"Though if I was to find words for it, I would say it gave off the same sensation as you, except different.." she added as she cupped her palm under her chin in deep thought.

"Like me?" asked Yang Qing in confusion.

He had been called an oddity over the years but not once had he ever been called eerie.

Gu Xing realizing her words may be misconstrued slowly said,

"The familiarity isn't on the eerie sensation. In that regard, you're completely different. That figure was surrounded by a cold veil of death while in your case you're an amalgamation of warmth and life.