It was the vague silhouette of a woman.
The woman seemed to press against him from behind, whispering in his ear, gently, ethereally, like a fragmentary dream, "Do you still remember Fengle Building?"
Fengle Building?
He was still stunned when he suddenly felt something cold against his neck.
Qi Yutai instinctively sensed danger, wanted to scream, wanted to struggle to his feet, but realized his body was as if bound by invisible ropes, without a trace of strength to struggle, even the words he tried to utter were weak and soft, he said, "Who are you?"
The cold touch moved along his neck, but the other party did not respond.
"Young Master Qi," the person asked again, "Do you still remember Fengle Building?"
With those words, the coldness at his neck deepened.
Qi Yutai convulsed.
He didn't remember anything about a Fengle Building.
He wanted to leave, wanted to wake up from this baffling nightmare, but when he opened his mouth, he could only let out a faint, "Help—"
