The former enemy.

He died because of him.

He killed.

Ye Jiahuan looked at these strange and familiar faces, as if he was examining his own past.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes added a bit of paleness and fragility to him.

Countless souls pressed step by step, their faces became increasingly ferocious, and a greed that was almost eager to overflow from their eyes, and their hands stretched out towards the young man standing in the middle of the room-

Suddenly, a sigh rang out.

The sigh fell heavily to the ground like a resting sign, causing the whole room to suddenly remain quiet for a moment.

Ye Jia raised his light-colored eyes and looked at a dot on the wall in the distance, with a calm smile appearing in his eyes like morning mist:

"So, that's all?"

He raised his hand and a little cold light from his fingertips passed by.

The fingers knocking on his wrist like iron hoops floated away like dust.

Ye Jia moved his wrist gently, and a little light red appeared faintly between his pale wrist, which was quickly covered by his cuffs.

He took a step forward, and a sharp and cold breath suddenly exploded, sweeping all the figures in front of him.

The room finally became much cleaner.

"Ahhhhhh--"

After a scream, a strange smile appeared on the wall, and the dark eyes stared at Ye Jia, and the resentment in the eyes could hardly be concealed.

The next second, it sank backwards and disappeared.

Ye Jia raised his eyebrows: "You want to run away?"

He stepped out of the room a few steps and chased in the direction of the fluctuation of the Yin Qi-

However, before he could run a few steps, Yejia's pace suddenly stopped.

In front of me was a narrow corridor, with dim lights and flickering. Under the flickering lights, a small figure stood.

The little boy stood there silently, on his pale face, his dark eyes fixedly looking at Ye Jia, his slender figure seemed to be swallowed by the darkness in an instant.

He said in a hoarse voice:
Chapter completed!