Chen Fan: "But I still came."
The woman: "I knew you would come."
Chen Fan: "Nonsense, wasn't it you who the hell called me here?"
The woman: "..."
Chen Fan descended from the sky.
It was dark around him.
Only a few bizarre plants were emitting a strange red light.
In the darkness, that red light was like the eyes of a monster, causing one's heart to palpitate.
This was a small valley.
Under the big tree ahead, a woman in a white dress sat.
This scene, this atmosphere, was very much like the encounter between a female ghost and a scholar in the tales of Liao Zhai.
But Chen Fan was no scholar.
Chen Fan's expression subtly shifted.
The spiritual power he radiated had sensed two other presences.
Two men.
One hidden within the stone on his left.
One buried in the ground on his right.
Three at the seventh-grade mid-stage.
Demon City really did have tight security…
Ninth Grade Realm of Nightmare Hall almost didn't dare to get close to Demon City.
