In the camera lens, only three people and a ghost were moving forward on the street swept by the wind.
Hou Wenya, walking at the front, maintained a faint smile on his face the entire time. At first glance, one could still sense some signs of life, but after a longer look, one would realize that this smile was nothing more than his mask.
This was his only expression.
"No, Hou Wenya's expression belongs to a unique category of facial paralysis, it's too discordant," Wang Qingfen expressed her opinion to the human-snake Bai Lian.
"Hmm?" The human-snake Bai Lian turned its head, waiting for Wang Qingfen to explain the reason.