"Gao Zhijian, what are you talking about? Could it be that you read it wrong?" Chun Xiaoman looked at the brown leather book in the other person's hands with a puzzled expression.
The content spoken by the other person was a mess; she couldn't understand what it was all about, something about life and death being nonexistent, something about something growing out of the Dantian?
How could it be that her own son crawled out from her dead body? Is that even human?
A strange thought popped into Xiaoman's mind. "Could the person who wrote this book be a lunatic, just like Brother Li?"
Feeling doubted by his companion, Gao Zhijian stuffed his hands into his pockets and continued walking silently along the wall. "Hmph..."
Chun Xiaoman was about to grab Bai Lingmiao to follow when she touched Bai Lingmiao's hand and felt it was extremely cold.
