At this moment, in a corner unnoticed by anyone, Lin Xin had begun to undergo mysterious changes unknown to others.
"Kill..."
Lin Xin's eyes gradually reddened, and a pale golden halo spread out from the center of his pupils.
"Do you feel it? This murderous intent, this desire for your death!"
A blurry, seductive voice echoed in his ears.
Lin Xin's vision began to blur, and he sensed a familiar presence. A pair of slender, icy hands caressed his face.
"Lingling..."
"Husband... someone wants you dead..." Xiao Lingling's figure appeared in front of him at some point, dressed in a red gown, her hands gently cupping his cheeks, her already decayed face cracked with a bewitching yet eerie smile.
"They want you dead, husband..."
"Die..." Lin Xin raised his hand, trying to touch Xiao Lingling's face, but abruptly found nothing but air.
"Whoever wants you dead... you want them dead!!"
"Whoever wants you dead... you want them dead!!"
