The night was deep.
Inside the Mirror Realm.
Chen Hao lay atop the ruins of Yang King's Mansion, allowing the chaotic snowflakes in the cold wind to fall upon him until they buried him.
At this moment, he was like a corpse, enduring a torment worse than death! His resentment towards Hua Shan and Lin Xiaofan grew with the accumulation of his sufferings and his deepening worries for Ye Yuqiao and their child.
"Chen Hao!" Just then, the voice of Lin Xiaofan echoed in the Mirror Realm.
Chen Hao barely opened his eyes, and then closed them again. He knew that no matter what he said, Lin Xiaofan wouldn't let him out.
"Why are you lying in the snow?" Lin Xiaofan asked worriedly.
For a long time, Chen Hao did not respond.
"Today, the boss took people to the Netherworld again!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Hao's heart trembled violently, and his eyes snapped open.
"What happened after that?" Chen Hao asked urgently.
"Do you still remember that kid Wang Fengyin?"