Swoosh swoosh!
The dwarf old woman flew swiftly towards Song Yan with the white-haired blood corpse, looking at him with a cackling, eerie laugh and asked, "That bracelet, old lady couldn't see clearly, could you let me take another look."
Song Yan didn't bother with her chatter and directly said, "Gu Huangzi is already dead. If I weren't afraid of you blowing your cover, I would have made you my ghost servant right now!"
With that, he slightly raised his left hand, and large clusters of multicolored tiger stripes appeared on his arm, a few strands extending toward the Cold Ice Hell Bracelet, heading straight for the old woman's divine soul.
The dwarf old woman instantly felt the danger, but she didn't move, staring directly at Song Yan's hand. Despite having gone through many things, today she was truly shocked, making her feel like a greenhorn, dumbfoundedly saying, "Gu... Gu Huangzi... is dead?"
