The sudden voice that erupted was like it came from Hell, utterly chilling.
Upon hearing it, Song Ru and her husband shivered in unison. Only then did they notice a figure cloaked in a black robe standing in the corner of the small room. It was unclear when he had appeared.
Terrified, they screamed and clung to each other.
"Noisy," the black-robed man said coldly. In an instant, the two ordinary people before him could no longer make a sound.
It was none other than Ji Wuming!
Ji Wuming said indifferently, "I speak, you listen. Otherwise—death!"
Ruan Qingshan and Song Ru nodded incessantly, like chickens pecking at rice.
"I'll be straightforward. I want Xu Lai's life, and I need your help. If you're willing to cooperate, nod. If not…"
Before he could finish, the couple nodded their heads feverishly.
They wished for nothing more than Xu Lai's immediate death, preferably right in front of them. How could they possibly disagree?!
