The atmosphere outside the door was very oppressive. The humidity made Shen Chun feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
Regardless of whether the other party was a ghost or a god, he definitely didn't come with good intentions.
Shen Chun raised her eyebrows in the darkness as she asked with a sharp gaze, "Why can't you say out in the open? Why did you have to come over and disturb Fu Shi's brother's wedding?"
The other party sneered. "You killed my fox demon grandmother with your own hands. What else do you have to say? Die!"
There was a thin gray fog in the air, so Shen Chun couldn't see the other party's appearance and she only felt a chilly breeze in front of her. Then, a huge baby's face rushed towards her!
The smell of blood was that of a little ghost raised by mortals.