This night, Xin Lin couldn't settle into a restful sleep.
Before and after midnight, her eyelids twitched violently, and she sat up in bed.
In the room, Gui Hu's trace was nowhere to be found.
"The Pride Corpse guy, not even a word when he leaves."
Xin Lin complained.
A vague sense of unease grew stronger and stronger.
As if something was about to happen.
Xin Lin looked around, the faint purple auspicious energy still suspended in the air, everything as usual.
She closed her eyes, concentrating deeply.
Moments later, an image appeared in her mind.
A person in black stealthily appeared in front of cabin number twenty-four.
The person in black only showed a pair of eyes, shining with poison and resentment, and with a dagger in hand, they thrust it into the cabin.
"Xin Lin, today I must kill you no matter what."
That voice, as if it was right beside her ear.
"That woman, truly an unyielding ghost."
Xin Lin clicked her tongue.
