In Yan Huan's funeral hall, everything with a display screen began to take on a terrifying touch of ghostly purple.
Under that ghostly purple tint, everyone in the funeral hall was momentarily dazed.
"..."
The next second, the entire hall returned to normal.
Conversations resumed, and the mourning continued as if nothing had happened.
"Rumble!!"
But outside the door, amidst the blazing, sun-like thunderstorm, a drenched figure with golden hair walked in, stunned.
It was Aria Spencer.
"..."
She looked at the address on her phone and arrived precisely at Yan Huan's funeral hall.
Perhaps, before arriving here, Aria still held a trace of luck and hope.
More than Yan Huan suddenly becoming distant on her phone, Aria hoped nothing had happened to Yan Huan.
But now, as she stood at the entrance of the funeral hall and looked inside…
Her heart instantly turned cold.
From Aria's perspective, the whole funeral hall looked like a congregation of birds gathering for a meeting.
