"Wait a minute? You saw Chen Lili's deceased husband walk out of Li Xiyue's house?"
The information from the Mist Ghost left Wu Liang stunned.
How did this involve resurrecting the dead!
"No, that's wrong! I was being presumptive. Why did I assume Li Xiyue's words were the truth? Her state obviously seems off as well!"
In just a few seconds, Wu Liang found the flaw in his logic.
Thinking this, he turned to look at Chen Lili, who was still waving a fruit knife haphazardly in the corner. The fear in her eyes at that moment almost drowned her reason.
Even when the blade occasionally scratched her arm, she didn't notice, allowing some blood to stain her clothes red.
"Nightmare, it's time to work."
Thud—
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Lili's head drooped with a thud, and she fell unconscious by the bed.
A strong snoring sound came from her mouth, sounding like the comfort of finally getting a good night's sleep after long-term mental and physical exhaustion.
