Blondie stared down at the ground.
There were five people in the room - Huang Biao and his two henchmen, Qin Ruan, and Lin Hao, all of whom had their shadows.
Only Blondie did not have anything at his feet.
What's more, he discovered that his feet were off the ground.
He had clearly run there moments ago, but now, it was a struggle to plant his feet on the ground.
Qin Ruan pushed Huang Biao and Lin Hao aside, standing in front of Blondie herself.
There was an alluring quality in her voice: "Think carefully, what happened before, who made you like this?"
Blondie furrowed his brows, trying to recall, and then suddenly clutched his head.
His pale face expressed pain, "I don't know, I don't know anything!"
"Do you remember how you died?"
Qin Ruan looked stern, her cold face devoid of any emotion.
Blondie still shook his head.
Qin Ruan: " Were you having nightmares like Huang Biao every day?"
This time, Blondie answered.
"Red dress, a woman in a red dress!"
