In the dead of night, on a deserted long street, a Yin Cha holding a Mourning Stick, cloaked tightly from head to toe in a black robe, his face like a mass of Black Fog, only a pair of red eyes faintly visible behind the mist.
Behind him followed two Souls, their hands bound with iron chains, dragging them as they slowly moved forward along the ground.
Su Yunhan turned her head and glared angrily at Huang Zhaowei beside her: "You bastard, you dared to kill me, got your karma now, haven't you."
Huang Zhaowei's expression was dazed, his body shattered, his face smashed with bulging eyeballs hanging out of the sockets, brain cracked open, gray matter splattered all over his head and face, his voice sluggish; "I didn't want to, but had no choice, Zhang Xuan possessed you, and Xuanxuan always appeared around Chuangchuang. To protect Chuangchuang, I had to kill you."
