When Ke Mingye came to his senses, the myriad wounds on his body had already disappeared. He looked up at the Blood Clan Oath on the back of his hand, glowing with a bloody light, confirming it was indeed the thing Bai Ziling had left behind, and it was this very thing that healed most of his wounds.
Just as Ke Mingye was carrying Bai Ziling on his back, stepping out from the blood-splattered Sisteruo beside the fashion store, he suddenly heard a ghostly voice close by.
"Surprised?"
Sisteruo stood by the entrance of the clothing store, lifting a cold handgun aimed at his head. Her face bore a mocking smile, and her gaze was playful.
Seeing this, Ke Mingye slightly paused his steps and said without turning back.
"You... are already dead."
"Have you been scared silly?"
