The shadows on the wall trembled slightly, and there was a faint roar in Chen Fei's ears.
Chen Fei glanced at the door, where the moonlight was bright, and he could still see the attendants of the clinic running around in the distance.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Fei slowly walked up to the wall, drew his firewood knife, and then inserted his hands directly into the gap left by the knife.
"Chen Fei... Chen Fei... Have you seen my head? Where did my head go?"
Qi Chun's voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Fei, and a chilling breath brushed against him, as if Qi Chun had already pressed himself against Chen Fei's back.
"It's on the ground, look for it yourself!"
Ignoring the Evil on his back, Chen Fei spoke as if he were talking to an ordinary person.
"But I can't see it. You chopped me, can you help me find it, hehe..."
Qi Chun's voice began to grow sinister, as if it were coming from the depths of the underworld.
"Get lost!"
