Du Lanke sat quietly in his room for a while. He was going to rest when he suddenly heard the heart-crushing devil sound coming from the dark water Valley.
This demonic sound was not ear-piercing and was even pleasant to the ears. It was like a woman's soft Mutter, telling someone something.
The voice kept lingering in your ears, but when you tried to hear the content, you found that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hear what she was saying.
It was like a listening test.
As he listened, old du suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He only felt his soul go into a daze, and he didn't know when he had fallen to the floor.
That female manager clearly said that the heart-destroying demon sound couldn't be heard in this shop. What was going on?
His brain reacted with great difficulty.
It was wrong! There was something strange about this shop!
It was most likely a black shop.
