The sudden arrival of a woman's voice sent a chill through the atmosphere.
Li Qingyan stood with her blade held across in front of her body, and together with Bai Muxi, they shielded Xu Yuan in the middle, their gazes sweeping around as if trying to locate the source of the voice within the blood fog.
But that cold and elegant voice was like mist, elusive and vast, its direction indiscernible.
Li Qingyan's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she glanced at Xu Yuan and telepathically communicated:
"This ghost... is it a woman?"
"A woman?"
Xu Yuan thought back briefly, the image of the boss in a 2.5D display surfacing in his mind, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He smacked his lips, pulling a strange smile:
"Maybe so, I haven't seen her."
As he spoke,
Xu Yuan's gaze also began to sweep around, pondering the words he would say next.
And in that silent stillness,
the woman's voice came again, but beneath its elegance was now a hint of brutality:
"Humans, answer my question!"
