Song Yiyan stepped into the bedroom and felt a suffocating coldness. The room was filled with evil spirits and black miasma.
At this moment, the evil spirits were wandering around the bed with red eyes. When they saw Song Shu enter, they seemed to be frightened and moved further away.
Normally, iron-blooded soldiers like Song Shu were masculine and righteous. Even evil spirits didn't dare to go near him.
The Song family's old master, Song Chen, was lying on the bed. His hair was white, and his face was covered in wrinkles. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. His condition was not good.
However, even though his body was very weak, the evil spirits could not get close to him. They could only linger around his bed, staring at him venomously, disturbing him, and making him unable to rest in peace.