Blanquilachi's lips trembled as he silently uttered two words.
Jiang Cheng almost stood up immediately.
"Es Wu Xian," but this person, from head to toe, was nothing like the original Wu Xian.
Wu Xian clearly looked lively and handsome, with a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.
He never walked properly.
But this person exuded an icy gloominess, looking pale yet beautiful, with a sinister smile on his face.
The unexpected sight took everyone by surprise, and given that the situation in the room was still uncertain, neither of the two on the roof rushed to act impulsively, but instead pressed their heads closer to the gaps in the tiles for better visibility.
Inside the room, Wu Xian, dressed in black, slowly turned around and said with a gentle smile, "What a coincidence.
I ran into you again." Wen Zhou covered his face, barely audible: "Wen Zhuliu...
Wen Zhuliu!" Hearing this, Wu Xian slowly raised his eyes and corners of his mouth, saying, "Have you still not given up on thinking that calling him would save your life after all these days?" He took a few steps forward and kicked something white on the ground.
Upon looking down, it was precisely the steamed bun Wen Zhou had thrown earlier.
Wu Xian said, "Picky eater?" Wen Zhou fell off his chair as he cried out in agony with his handless fingers crawling across the floor.
A small white child crouched beside him, like a carnivorous beast, gnawing on what Wu Xian was feeding it.
Wu Xian withdrew his hand and gently tapped the head of this sparsely-haired ghost child.
The ghost child held onto the food Wu Xian fed it, turned around, sat by Wen Zhou's feet, hugged his leg with one arm while viciously chewing on something with his sharp eyes staring at Wen Zhuliu.
He was chomping on two human fingers!It had to be Wen Zhou's fingers!Blue Vast Machine stared at the sinister-looking ghost child and Wu Xian, gripping the hilt of his sword, Baidun.
Wu Xian lowered his head, making it hard to see his expression, and said in a deep voice, "Zha Zhuliu, did you really think that your life was safe from me?" Wen Zhuliu still stood in front of Wen Zhou as a shield.
Wu Xian sneered, smoothed his sleeves, and said slowly, "What an obedient little dog, Wen." He whispered, "Zha Zhuliu, do you still believe that you're a good man?"To repay the kindness of Wen Ruohan, you obey his every word, disregarding right and wrong.
Pfft, what a fine person.
"Kindness in return?Haha." Suddenly, his tone turned dark, and he said fiercely, "Why should your kindness make others pay with their lives?" Just as he finished speaking, Wen Zhuliu's cry of agony echoed from behind him!Wen Zhou had crawled to the corner of the wall and was trying to squeeze into the wooden board, believing that this would help him escape.
However, a red figure suddenly fell from the ceiling— a woman in a red dress with ashen-white skin and black hair.