The Frog at the Bottom of the Well

Inside the dark haunted house, Tang Xiu still maintained his posture with one of his legs tilted, and the cigarette clamped between his fingers sent a circles of smoke curling upward. Meanwhile, Light, who was dressed in a white attire, was playing with his crescent moon blade and didn’t even spare Dongbei Hu a glance.

In the darkest corner, Dark was as though she had thoroughly merged with the darkness. Her presence so restrained that even Dongbei Hu, who had a very high-level cultivation, was unaware of her presence. Of course, this was also thanks to the obstruction of the black cloth in front of her as well.

“Are you Tang Xiu?” Dongbei Hu was quite alarmed inside after seeing the more than twenty corpses inside; two of them were even headless. He had a lofty and extraordinary status and was thus unwilling to amass more killings before. It could be said that he had never personally killed anyone for more than ten years.

Hush…