She Qi approached and Chi Jiao retreated. Wherever she went, the nearby candle flames would be extinguished.
The candlelight extinguished one by one, and the remaining light elongated their shadows. Chi Jiao turned around and walked behind the screen.
She Qi's eyes were filled with interest as he approached with a smile.
However, the moment he stepped into the darkness, Chi Jiao, who had been preparing for a long time, stabbed a knife into his heart!
Chi Jiao didn't feel like she had made contact with anything. The knife felt as if it had pierced through empty air. It felt very unreal.
Chi Jiao drove the blade firmly into She Qi's body and sighed regretfully. "What a pity. If only this wasn't a dream but reality."
Because the man in front of Chi Jiao was just a piece of his consciousness and not his real body, even if Chi Jiao pierced She Qi's heart, she hadn't really killed him.
