WRATH Needs River Of Blood

Within the yard of Ye Qian's house.

A man in a dark jacket bowed with his knees and begged Ye Qian.

'How can I have such miserable luck?'

This was the only thought in the man's mind as he continued to cuss himself.

'I had to accept this mission by that bastar*, he has sent me on a death mission.'

But while still cursing all the words he knew he was also afraid.

Because as soon as he kneeled on the floor to beg for the GHOST in front of him, his heart tightened with disbelief.

"We are both floating in the air!"

He gasped while trying to take a look around and then at the GHOST in front of him.

"It really is a ghost; am I going to die now?"

The blazing red glow in Ye Qian's eyes brightened as he pulled the man's hair and asked while lifting him high.

"Who sent you here?"

His voice was completely different to what he usually sounded like.