C230 Old fourth

It was a middle-aged man. His face was as white as paper and his forehead was covered in sweat.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he had definitely tumbled his way in. He was in an extremely sorry state, as if there was a ghost chasing after him.

"Haunted?" Seventh Treasure was sitting to one side. Hearing the man's words, he couldn't help but become curious