"Yes!" The voice was unhesitant, and a bone-chilling coldness spilled forth from Han Xiaoxu and his people without reserve, causing everyone around them to freeze in an instant, unable to recover from the shock and fear.
Such intense murderous intent was something they had never felt in their lifetimes; it felt as if a hand was gripping your throat tightly, leaving you unable to muster the strength to struggle or even the thought to resist, as if death was all around you, and you were already enveloped in it.
Ling Xi nodded, casting a faint glance at the two whose faces turned pale with fright. She took something from Yang Xiaoxin's hand and slowly walked toward the direction of the main entrance.
The guns were loaded, and the War Soul people guarded the exterior corners of the house without hesitation, retreating several meters from the original encirclement, not allowing anyone to get close.
...
The gloomy basement.
