After a few breaths, the newcomer did not say a word, as if he was thinking about how to speak.
In the silence, a strange atmosphere gradually spread. Li Quan and the others began to feel uneasy.
The chill was like a bone-piercing sword that pierced through song qingxiao's back and into her spine, causing her hair to stand on end.
"Yes, yes ..."
Li Quan's voice was so tense that it seemed like a string that could break at any moment. He said in a trembling voice, "
"Is it old Liu ..."
Everyone held their breath and looked into the distance in fear.
At this moment, the sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves were all suppressed by the intense heartbeat. The blood in their minds was flowing. Everyone held the shovel in their hands tightly, but they felt that they had no guarantee at all.
Just as everyone was trembling in fear, as if they could no longer bear it ...
“.. That's right,"
The figure standing opposite him finally spoke.
