The sound of the stone tablet shattering was very weak, and it was quickly covered by the commotion in the manor not far away.
At this time, the bizarre extinguishing of the lanterns in the house she had lived in had attracted the attention of churong and the others. The lights in the houses around her lit up one after another, and a series of hurried footsteps could be heard. It was obvious that a group of people was rushing to the location of the loft.
Song qingxiao didn't have time to listen to these people's shouts, because the moment the stone tablet shattered, she felt an unusually dense Yin Qi rush out from behind the stone tablet.
The yin wind turned into a huge ghostly head, making 'Wu Wu' sounds as it swept towards her, opening its mouth wide to swallow her.
Song qingxiao raised her arm and drew a circle in the air. Her lips moved and she muttered softly, "
"I'm sleepy!"
