Just like a sudden snowfall in the middle of a hot summer day, who wouldn't be frightened? Who wouldn't be shocked?
Suddenly, the large doors at the back hall were pushed open.
A figure walked out from inside.
"My God!" Liu Zhirui collapsed onto the ground in terror.
"Liu... Liu Xueling!" Liu Zhicheng turned deathly pale.
Liu Xueling, dressed in a white gown with her silver hair flowing, indeed scared many people present into a state of panicked disarray. Many people there widened their eyes, disbelieving the scene before them.
"How is she alive?"
"Wasn't Liu Xueling dead? Oh my, this is terrifying."
"How is she alive?"
Everyone was stunned.
"Surprised?" Liu Xueling revealed a faint smile and said, "Does my being alive disappoint you? Do you feel sad that the duck that was ready to be grabbed has suddenly flown away?"
Liu Zhirui asked in astonishment, "Liu Xueling, are you a human or a ghost?"