The wind whistled, thunder and lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating an abandoned sanatorium in a remote military department.

In the sanatorium, the lights are bright.

There is a man in a single bed in the sanatorium ward.

The bright light shines on the man's face, reflecting his handsome and elegant face, three-dimensional and profound features, perfect as God's beloved, without any flaws.

But his face was not good.

It's pale, bloodless, and it's like a vampire in medieval legends.

clicks and the door opens.

A tiny figure sneaked in.

Song Weiqing looked back. He Yisheng and the soldier were not there. She immediately locked the door.

The eyes with...