"Excuse me, can I ask you for directions?"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng knocked three times on the tombstone beside him.
Then, he formed a hand seal out of habit, muttered a few words softly, and of course concluded with:
"Urgent as the law commands!"
After that.
A chilly breeze immediately swept across the mountainside.
A light that only Zhang Feng could see began to slowly emerge from beneath the tombstone beside him.
And then slowly took shape in mid-air.
It was already forming into a humanoid silhouette.
The instant this silhouette appeared.
The surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.
Likewise, the cold wind in the mountain seemed to grow more intense.
Shen Xing'Er, who hadn't run far, shivered all over, a chill creeping down her spine.
As if she was about to freeze.
Suddenly the urge to pee surged up!
Oh dear, so late at night, in a graveyard, as a twenty-something young woman.
