As they approached, singing suddenly came from the side room.
The song was long and melodious.
The song continued, but they clearly did not hear the lyrics from outside the room.
"Ning Caichen, are you cold?"
They arrived at an ordinary room. There was nothing unusual about the interior.
Sikong Wuyuan hugged his arms and rubbed them. He was freezing.
Jiang Ming did not feel anything as he sized up Sikong Wuyuan.
"Are you cold? The temperature in this room is quite normal."
He felt that Sikong Wuyuan was a little strange.
Just as Jiang Ming was thinking about it, he noticed that Sikong Wuyuan had some red spots on his body.
Sikong Wuyuan did not seem to notice it and continued to scratch the spots.
"Didn't you notice something spreading on your body?"
Sikong Wuyuan was confused for a moment. Then, he looked at his palm. It was full of red spots.