C1719 Underground Auction House

"Hahaha... He's dead! He's dead. " A trace of cold sweat appeared on the short-haired man's forehead. He looked around and indeed, he couldn't find Chen Shaofeng's figure.

Suddenly, the short-haired man felt fear in his heart. He quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

As a result, there was nothing behind him.

It should be … Was he really dead?

The short-haired man turned around