As Jiang Shuying's grip tightened, Ye Haochuan's vitality gradually diminished, and he seemed to have glimpsed the smile of death.
At this moment, a trace of struggle suddenly appeared on Jiang Shuying's cold face.
For some unknown reason, she clearly didn't know the man before her, yet a voice in her heart kept urging her not to kill him.
The more she watched Ye Haochuan's vitality slip away, the stronger that voice became.
Finally, she hesitated, her hand loosening at that moment.
"Cough, cough~"
Ye Haochuan fell back from the Hall of King Yama to the real world, coughing uncontrollably.
Jiang Shuying stared expressionlessly at Ye Haochuan, seemingly trying to see a hint of familiarity on his face, but regrettably, her mind was a blank, unable to remember anything.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly, and with some annoyance, she grumbled, "So noisy!"
