The old man walked directly into the cold office with his ghost-killing head, and the blood from the box dripped on the Milky blanket, forming a strong contrast.

Leng Yifan frowned. He was a cleanliness addict, but he didn't. So when he put the whole box on the table, Leng Yifan jumped up like a woman and hid away. "Take it away!"

"The ghost servant brothers all died in Ye Cheng's hand, eldest brother, now the most wise way is to stop, do not provoke Ye Cheng."

"Do you think he'll let me go if I close?"

"No, but now the police are keeping a close eye on us. If...