Right on the heels of that, a gust of cold wind blew out the candles in the room.
The two of them, who were sweating profusely on the bed, suddenly felt a chill. They trembled in unison as they watched a man in a white shroud stride in.
The moment the man entered, the faint smell of corpses spread. The man's movements were extremely stiff, like a rusted iron doll. He paused every time he moved and walked into the room step by step. His turbid eyes locked on Qian Datong on the bed.
Qian Datong was shocked as he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.
The man had white hair and an ashen face. His turbid eyes were filled with killing intent. Wasn't that Baili Hui?!
Qian Datong had never expected a dead person to appear in front of him again. He was so frightened that his entire body trembled. "No, this is impossible. Aren't you already dead?!"
