"Who are you really!?"
Zhao Qingmei stared at the strange person, her mind racing with thoughts.
"The two people who came in before both asked me that, you're the third,"
the bizarre old woman said indifferently, giving Zhao Qingmei a glance.
"You are not from our Demon Sect?"
Zhao Qingmei, hearing the tone of the statement, asked with some confusion.
Only then did she notice beside the old woman there were several thick iron chains, exceedingly black and barely visible unless carefully observed.
Besides that, there were two corpses painted white, shocking to the sight.
"Me?"
Her messy hair revealed two blood-colored eyeballs as if she were smiling, "You seeing me as a person from the Demon Sect is not a problem, but I am rather curious about what status you hold in the Demon Sect."
Zhao Qingmei, looking at the old woman, felt increasingly that something was odd.
