C133 Black Street

It was a hunchbacked figure leaning on a dark red cane. He wore linen clothes that had been sewn and mended. On his face that had experienced the passage of time, his turbid eyes occasionally emitted a trace of shocking light.

However, what shocked Ye Heng the most was that in front of this person's head full of white hair, seven black and shiny strands of hair fell down.

Because of this