Late at night, the wind blowing over the river was cool, penetrating the clothes and taking away the already scant body heat.

Lin Baici had ventured out this time to resolve a potential outbreak of rule pollution. Now that there was finally a lead, there was no way he could leave.

"Anyway, it's not a ghost!"

Lin Baici took several deep breaths in secret, calming his emotions. After all, he was a divine hunter with fifteen blessings of divine grace. He hadn't even had the chance to use his newly acquired Hand of Great Impression.