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Bun Bun finished off a piece of steamed pork ribs and her soft voice echoed in the private room.

"But sister, you're going to die too!"

Zhang Xiaozhi was taken aback. "I'm going to die?"

Bun Bun nodded, and Huo Sijin handed her a tissue to wipe the oil stains off her little mouth. Once her mouth was clean, Bun Bun spoke again.

"Thank you, Eldest Brother."

Huo Sijin patted her head, smiling indulgently without saying a word. Because he had opened his Yin-Yang Eyes, Huo Sijin, along with his brothers, could see the faint black mist lingering around Zhang Xiaozhi's body. It was different from when they saw ghosts; the black mist was lighter and didn't have that bone-chilling coldness.

They speculated that this might be the death aura that appears when someone is about to die.

Bun Bun looked at her beautiful sister, who was stunned, and pointed to her.

"You won't live past tomorrow noon."

Zhang Xiaozhi: "..."

Huo brothers: "..."