Inexplicably a little palpitation, Lin Fenglin looked at the man in front of him. He was wearing a blue long shirt, and his smiling face had a kind of unspeakable treachery.

Lin Fenglin released the spirit of the later stage of the disaster, but he could not see the depth of the man in front of him. Lin Fenglin shouted, "who are you?"

but the young man didn't even listen to Lin Fenglin's questions, as if he just didn't hear them. He just stood there laughing and talking to himself, and didn't know what he was talking about.

Lin Fenglin looks at the man in front of him. He is...