After an unknown amount of time, the secret door in the far corner of the hall was gently pushed open.

Dressed in red, a slender man in red raised his head. His face was covered with a strict iron mask, and under the dark sky, it glowed with an extremely cold and hard metallic color.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

Blood dripped from the red sleeves and formed a line on the ground.

"Where's Huang Er?" He raised his face slightly and breathed slowly, "My dog ​​seems to be missing?"

"Yan Peng didn't come back yesterday." The young man in green robe had to come out. He bowed respectfully. "Maybe he has..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp scream from the ground.

Endless resentment and despair hit hard, like a cold ghost crying on a rainy night in late autumn.

The young man in green robe turned pale. When he forced himself to calm down and wanted to continue speaking, he saw the man in red stretched out his finger and shook him gently.

After more than half of the incense stick, the screams from the ground subsided and became inaudible. At this time, many people present were already wet with sweat.

"Does it sound good?"

He smiled in his throat, his voice like soft catkins.

“Sounds great!”

"Go find him." The man in red looked at the pale young man in green robe, his voice became softer and softer, he knelt down and slowly leaned his face towards the young man's ear.
Chapter completed!