The palm print stopped turning black, and the anxiety curling around Chen Ge's heart slowly disappeared. He felt like his breathing had become smoother. The human shadow was not lying to him. On the brink of death, he had made the correct choice.
After the Chen Ge's palm print stopped darkening, the shadow's body started to waver even though he had almost coagulated into a physical form earlier.
"I still don't know if I can trust you." Even though Chen Ge had already gotten the advantage, he did not plan to let the shadow go. There was only one chance, so he had to make use of it carefully. When the weakened shadow heard what Chen Ge said, he was practically jumping from agitation. He tried to go and grab the doorknob again, and as a result, there was another nail poking out from his neck.
It was too cruel.
