C1686 The Smell of Death(part I)

Night. The night was already dark, and as thick as ink.

A crescent moon that was like an ice plate had just risen from the Starting Ground. It shone diagonally into the gloomy and desolate forest. One could not see the person nor the ghost.

Chu Yang faced the cold wind that blew at him and he could not help but shiver. In an instant, he had a strange premonition in his heart