Zhu Yan peeked at Jiang huailu.
It had changed a lot compared to the day.
That heavenly might seemed to be able to destroy her with a raise of his hand.
The young man behind her was silent and had his eyes lowered, which was even more frightening. He couldn't hide the hostility from his whole body. Humans were more terrifying than ghosts.
"It's the 13th of July." Little Huai Lu stood outside the hall. Under the twilight, it was dark everywhere, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
One could vaguely hear the sound of shrill cries.
"There are evil spirits everywhere today, right?" Jiang huailu's black and white eyes were full of understanding.
It was all because of him.
Jiang huailu muttered softly.
It was the descent of evil, the collapse of the heavenly Dao, and the confusion between humans and ghosts.
Only by killing the evil could he remove the root of everything.
