Feeling the sinister gaze of yin energy from behind, Su Li's steps were always neither hurried nor slow.
That thing is indeed powerful, not only finding a legitimate identity for itself but also not being tainted by karma.
Just now, without even seeing the person, from a long distance away, one could see the thick black fog surging and spreading over like a collapsing sea.
At a glance, Su Li could tell that Shang Yan was no longer Shang Yan. Self-inflicted sins are hard to live with.
Su Li didn't take the situation during the day seriously, but as night fell, the thing wearing Shang Yan's skin came looking for trouble.
At night, the thing was somewhat reckless, enough with just one look to make people feel a chill down their spine, not daring to look further, obviously saying: I have problems.
Clearly, it was intentional.
It was deliberately looking for a scene, still remembering the enmity of the previous slaps.
Being swatted away by a human, it doesn't care about face.
