Shen Yunzhou felt a sharp, piercing pain in his head, making him completely dazed.
In a blur, he seemed to see the elder who fought against his sister at Wuxiang Mountain suddenly appearing beside his bed.
Then he looked down at him with a playful expression.
"Little yellow hair, sleeping?" The elder grinned, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth and bad breath.
Shen Yunzhou's hair stood on end with fear, just about to retaliate, but saw the elder's skeletal finger already pointing at his brow.
In an instant, a surge of intense pain engulfed his body—
"Ah!!"
He screamed, his whole body immediately bouncing up from the bed.
His hands instinctively formed a sealing gesture, and with a sudden burst his realm unfolded: "One of the realms, a thousand..."
The final word "li" got stuck in his throat, only then did he see the scene in the room clearly.
Ghost Mastiff leaned on the table with arms crossed, a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
