Ye Liangsi fell to the ground, his body twitching, blood pooling all around.
Before him, the figure advanced two steps, crouched down, and pulled the knife out of Ye Liangsi's body.
The knife was dyed crimson with blood, sealing Ye Liangsi's fate once and for all.
After that, the dark figure finally emerged from the dim alley, and under the faint light, his face gradually became visible.
He was an old man in his fifties or sixties, with a high, hooked nose, a somewhat pale complexion, sinister-looking eyes, and a lean frame, all skin and bones. All in all, he resembled an extremely vicious dog.
"So, you've finally decided to show yourself." Lin Hao watched him, as if he had anticipated this, and sneered.
"It seems you knew I was here," the old man said with a somewhat raspy and deep voice.
"I not only know you're here, but I also know who you are." Lin Hao gripped the Spirit Sword in his hand, "You're here for it."
