In the early dawn, at Ye Mansion.
The chubby Ye Feipeng was fast asleep, seemingly dreaming of something that made him extremely happy, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Not knowing that a shadow suddenly appeared next to him.
The shadow gently waved its hand, Ye Feipeng's head tilted, was completely knocked unconscious. Right hand pulling his claw, he then placed it above his head.
After a while, his hand was slowly withdrawn.
A drop of thick, dark red blood appeared in the heart of his palm.
The once rosy-faced Ye Feipeng seemed to be infected with a serious illness, he weakened in an instant.
The blood was like a living creature, with its own consciousness, kept wriggling in the palm of it, trying to escape the shadow's grasp.
But as the shadow slowly clamped its fingers, the space the blood could struggle became smaller and smaller, until it was completely absorbed into its bloodstream.
The figure stood in the dark for a long time.
"Puff!"
