"Mother, mother!"
When Shen Jin Feng saw his mother's body explode, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The black gas turned into a strong air of resentment and spread in all directions, bringing a foul smell wherever it went.
Song qingxiao rushed forward and saw a black thread floating in the air where Mrs. Shen had been sitting. As it was falling, song qingxiao grabbed it.
The black line was about an inch long and as black as ink. As it glowed, a strong evil intent passed through song Qing's fingertips and reached the depths of her soul.
"Hehe ..."
A woman's soft laughter seemed to ring in her ears. At first, it sounded pleasant, but then a chill came from the bottom of her feet and passed to the depths of her soul.
That laughter seemed to contain the deepest evil in the world, as if it came from the depths of hell.
Song qingxiao's pupils shrank. The deep-sleeping dark cyan token in the depths of her soul seemed to have sensed something.
