"Hello."
A hoarse voice came from behind him.
Jiang Lu slowly turned around to see a person wrapped in black cloth, only a pair of eyes showing, was staring intently at him.
Even during broad daylight, the ghostly figure was enough to send one's heart racing.
Jiang Lu narrowed his eyes.
"Are you here for me?"
"Precisely." The shadowy figure tried to laugh off the tension to show friendliness.
But their laugh was so unpleasant, it was like the agonizing squeal of a pig being slaughtered during New Year's, making one's skin crawl.
So before the shadowy figure could state their business, Jiang Lu was already provoked into a roar: "Morrigan! What the hell are you doing?! Are you aiming that at your fucking mother?"
The moment his words fell, Morrigan, in a red dress, appeared from the shadows.
"Sorry, my bad." She smiled apologetically, "He had no intent to kill, so I wasn't too vigilant."
