Under the night sky, east corridor.
Xue Yuantong didn't understand, even though Jiang Ning just casually made a hand gesture, why did that particularly domineering girl in front display such fear?
When Li Shi saw Jiang Ning's gesture, at that moment, it seemed as if she saw not fingers, but weapons glinting with cold, eerie light.
The endless darkness ahead, like the dead silence of a gaping mouth, surged to devour.
The next second, Jiang Ning smiled, withdrew his hand, and leisurely said, "Just a joke."
Li Shi's body relaxed, the heavy shadow of death promptly dissipated.
Next to her, Fang Qiuyue was equally baffled. She was close enough to sense Li Shi's earlier shivers.
In her impression, Li Shi was strong-minded and overbearing, how could a mere gesture evoke such fear?
Fang Qiuyue asked with concern, "Shishi, are you feeling unwell?"
A trace of color returned to Li Shi's face, and she spoke more softly than usual, "I'm fine, let's... go."
