That night, Yun Qi did not let Wang Haijun seek revenge but instead put Wang Haijun into the painting.
Of course, she didn't let Cui Peng have a good night's sleep either.
Instead, she sent the Mountain Ghost and the Snow Mountain Goddess, thinking to give him a heads-up, and see who had been protecting him all these years.
Cui Peng was sound asleep in his room, the whole room filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
"Cui Peng—"
"Cui Peng—"
Suddenly, a misty female voice echoed in the corridor. Cui Peng turned over, feeling his face itch. When he reached out to grab it, it was actually a woman's hair.
He was suddenly awakened, opening his eyes, and the hair in his hand had vanished.
Could it be a ghost?
Cui Peng dared not move, gritting his teeth, and the veins on his forehead tightened. Then, he checked the spirit talisman pressed under his pillow, steeled his heart, and feigned sleep with his eyes closed.
