Chen Chuhuan understood what Chen Luoyang meant.
She sighed. " I'm afraid I'll have to rely on you. I've been thinking about it for the past few days, but my gains are limited. "
As she spoke, her face gradually turned pale, and a black fog that looked like an abyss appeared around her body.
" Yes. " Chen Luoyang nodded. " It might be a little uncomfortable. Bear with it. "
After saying that, he did not waste any more words. He directly raised a palm and reached into the black fog.
The dense black fog was unable to block Chen Luoyang's palm.
The fog was pushed aside, and a black coffin appeared in the center of the fog.
Chen Luoyang's palm reached out toward the coffin.
The closer he got, the more difficult it became.
Just like what happened between Su Ye and Su Hongqing.
As Chen Luoyang's palm approached the black coffin, Chen Chuhua's face became paler and paler. In the end, it was as if there was no blood in it and it was as pale as paper.
