Chapter Seventy-Seven
Feng Hailong thrashed incessantly in bed.
His eyes were tightly shut. Tossing and turning, he screamed in terror on the bed, yet no sound emerged.
Xiaoshan knew that his spirit was entangled by a ghost.
After a bout of struggle, Feng Hailong's breath weakened, his face turned ashen, and only then did Wang Feng drift out of his body.
Xiaoshan asked, "What's going on?"
"It was him," Wang Feng said angrily. "He confessed everything in his sleep. I said it was him who took the urgent order from the provincial city back then, all to lure me out of the city."
"Enough, I understand," Xiaoshan nodded indifferently.
He patted Feng Hailong's body.
Feng Hailong immediately opened his eyes, but it seemed he had awakened from a nightmare—his entire body was drenched with cold sweat.
Upon awakening and seeing the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "It was just a dream."
