"He means to say that you're neither willing to quiet down nor willing to die, causing him considerable annoyance."
The scene within the black mirror was somewhat bizarre, and as Fu Qian admired it, the sound of someone explaining appeared beside him.
This time, he didn't even need to turn his head; he could recognize the newcomer just from the mirror—
Sleepy-eyed, hair like a bird's nest, cigarette hanging from his mouth, it was none other than Rosetta's friend, Bernard.
Undoubtedly, he came from one of the many blood shadows, but the black mirror seemed to have acted as a catalyst, making his appearance process much simpler, almost directly stepping out.
His demeanor was much more uninhibited, sitting down right at Rosetta's feet.
"Felt it, so how do you think he's planning to resolve the annoyance?"
Despite Bernard's harsh words, Fu Qian nodded in agreement.
"Let you live in a deeper hell."
True to a scholar, Bernard took a deep drag and instantly provided an answer.
