Shen Jieye's figure went rigid for a moment, then melted into a pool of shadow, seeping into the cracks in the ground and vanishing in an instant.
A corner of Lin Qingfeng's mouth curled slightly, his "good deed" now done.
'Mr. Wa will surely be delighted when he wakes up to this sight!'
He then put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, lay down on the cold jade bed, and logged off.
...
「The next day, before the break of dawn.」
Something liquid seemed to splash onto Wang Xiedi's face.
His eyelids twitched. A blast of frigid air washed over his cheek.
A single drop of liquid slid slowly down his cheek, leaving a sticky, viscous trail in its wake.
He instinctively reached up to wipe it away, his fingertips brushing against something slick and greasy.
At the same time, a chilling stench of blood and rot assaulted his nostrils.
Wang Xiedi froze.
He opened his eyes.
The first thing to enter his vision was a thick curtain of hair, obscuring almost all light.
