"You've mistaken me for someone else."
Zhou Ping'an had just stepped onto the grass outside the city.
A sinister voice had already echoed from far behind.
At first, the voice sounded distant, about a hundred feet away, but before the sentence was finished, a foul wind hit his face accompanied by a blood-curdling stench, causing Zhou Ping'an's hair to stand on end all over his body.
Especially at the back of his heart, a sharp edge that seemed to pierce through everything had already pricked his skin, the cold, slimy feeling had reached his heart, chilling Zhou Ping'an to the core, and his blood slightly froze.
"So fast."
Zhou Ping'an couldn't even turn around, his body slightly stooped forward, becoming a swift shadow that streaked, drawing a diagonal arc, and rushed out fifty feet, yet he felt that sharp, needle-like pain not only did not recede, but had pierced through his skin.
Hiss...
A crisp chiming sound.