Shen Changling walked over and patted his shoulder. He asked, "What are you thinking about?"
The moment he patted Wu Hai's shoulder, an indescribable chill spread from his palm, as if he had patted an ice cube instead of a human.
Wu Hai suddenly raised his head. His eyes were in a state of chaos. His gaze was like a fish that had been stranded on the shore. He kept rolling his eyes. This state was obviously abnormal.
The corners of his mouth were pulled to the sides, forming a strange arc. He twitched and replied, "You guys are disturbing... A long sleep... Deserve to die..."
His words were also vague, and everyone was still unclear about the situation.
Wu Hai suddenly pressed on the wall next to him. As if he had triggered some mechanism, the dark solidified blood around him seemed to have melted, and countless drops of blood flowed down the wall.