When the faint light showed up, Li Feng started to fall into some kind of trance. It was as if he knew that whatever was producing it was something that would lift his spirit. For some reason, it was somewhat resonating with the black horse… and his infected blood.
A rather plain-looking male walked out, and yet the presence he had was not the same as the one Li Feng could remember. This man was not the same Liu Xiaodan that he had seen in the prison. This was not the second-year film student or the simple human tricked by a demon to help birth a vessel…
This Liu Xiaodan was exactly the man who killed dozens of humans that the law had not counted.