C222 Insulting

It was a moonless night, the night of murder. The shadows of the trees were swaying about, making them seem more ghostly.

Dugu Yunyan used a silver needle to pick up the candle wick, trying to make the room brighter. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, a gust of cold wind blew into the sealed room. The dim yellow candle flame swayed for a long time.

Feeling a bit scared