"Oh, really?"
That voice that came out of nowhere shocked the people in the house. Even Xue Dong was stunned. "Who is it?"
Surprise and joy flitted across Yan Ning, Zhang Daniu's faces after a moment of being stunned.
Bang!
The doors to the Xue residence exploded. A slew of bloody things flew in and smashed the table in the house hard. When everyone looked closely, they were horrified to find out that those were over ten human heads.
The people screamed, and they could not help but look at the door after dodging the flying heads. They inhaled sharply when they saw a skinny young man walking in with his arms behind his back. He held a rope to which three bloody people were tied.
The young man was alone, and he walked in as if he was taking a stroll. However, he would emitted an invisible pressure with each step he took. A cold glimmer filled his eyes that seemed eerie as if they were thirsty for blood.
