It was because of the Bai Ze Clan's confidence that they were able to sneak around undetected in the chaos.
In the cold storage, eerie iron coffins were lined up, and refugees lay forlornly inside, closing their eyes.
The White-robed People pulled out daggers, chanting ancient spells as they plunged the daggers into their hearts.
No blood flowed out, only dark, bizarre talismans gushed forth, covering their whole bodies.
Gu Jianlin took a deep breath, assumed a hopeless demeanor, and lay in the coffin, allowing a White-robed Person to indifferently put away a bell, chant an ancient spell, and lean over to thrust the dagger into his chest.
Click.
A ridiculous scene unfolded; the dagger turned out to be retractable.
By the faint light, Gu Jianlin saw the person's face clearly.
It was a young, delicate girl with a flawless jade-like face that showed no emotion, but at the moment she leaned over, she winked at him, her cold eyes suddenly coming to life.
