Do you feel cold?

Shen Qing asked.

As he spoke, he exhaled a puff of white mist.

Amidst the floating cold mist, Shen Qing's expression became blurred and indistinct.

"I'm fine."

Fan Zhi, who possesses the power of the sun's heat, does not feel the coldness very clearly.

Xia Shuang and Qin Tan nodded in agreement.

One possesses the ability to freeze, while the other is highly resistant to abyssal energy.

But the others weren't so lucky.

Do you think they're cold?

Shen Qing then pointed to the doorway of the room.

Because Qin Tan was there, the white ghosts who had come with them remained outside the door, each one like a door god, shrouded in white mist, quietly watching them.

These white ghosts have facial features that are almost identical to theirs.

The only thing that can't be synchronized is the facial expressions.

But now, the white ghosts tilted their heads, their faces showing confusion.

Clearly, they are still learning.

According to the schedule, these white ghosts will be able to become another version of themselves tonight.

While they were shivering from the cold, the White Ghost seemed oblivious to the fact that she was cold.

"hiss!"

Suddenly, the white ghost belonging to Xiyang rubbed its arm, the same movement as when Xiyang was cold.

Because of Shen Qing's words, these white ghosts seem to have evolved again.

"Why is it me again?"

Xi Yang wanted to cry but had no tears.

He can no longer look directly at that face that is exactly like his own.

Perhaps tonight, after he falls asleep, he will be secretly replaced by these white ghosts.

He doesn't want it.

"Sister Qin Tan, no, Sister Qin Tan, can I share a tent with you tonight?"

Xi Yang demonstrated his will to survive through his actions.