The air suddenly became unusually oppressive.
Lu Xin's attitude was calm and his tone was the same as usual when he spoke.
However, perhaps it was because his expression was too indifferent when he said these words, or even without any expression, so it gave people an inexplicable sense of eeriness.
Sun gouzi, little Zhou, and the others in the room all shivered inexplicably, feeling that the temperature had dropped by a few degrees.
The atmosphere seemed to be in a deadlock.
Lu Xin didn't bother to look at the people left in the room. He even closed his eyes and leaned against the door frame.
He seemed to be resting.
However, in this room, everyone had a gloomy feeling as if they were being watched by something.