Chapter 589 The Matrix of the Ghost Worm

The autumn wind blows by; the moon hangs in the sky.

On this cold night, a lonely shadow wanders in the street of Qiu City aimlessly. There is no one else in the street. This weary body looks more like a wandering ghost.

She is wearing a long white dress, with her dry hair unbraided and naturally shattered on her shoulders.

She is walking more and more slowly.

Finally, she collapses.

Out of her body come light spots.

They look like the sparks spurted when the forged iron is hammered.

Those things crawl on the ground. There are about tens of them.

A ghost walks out of the darkness.

He looks no older than 30 years old, wearing a grey Chinese tunic suit, with a pale face and deep, dark eyes.

The worms slowly crawl to his feet.

Then his body floats horizontally, paralleling with the earth.

With his face towards the cement ground, the