Everyone was an evil demon, so why was your whole body bathed in Holy Light? This was Pan Yu's voice. He had not heard wrong.
Although he had not seen Pan Yu for a long time, her voice had left a deep impression on him. Pan Yu's appearance quickly surfaced in Yang An's mind.
Yet at the same time, countless white feathers extended from behind Yang An, all pointing toward the door.
Though it was Pan Yu's voice, he could not be certain that the person inside was truly Pan Yu. He had to be cautious.
Yang An did not respond. Instead, he knocked on the door again, and soon, approaching footsteps sounded from within.
The footsteps were light and slow. The person inside also seemed to be cautiously approaching the door.
With a click as the lock opened, a crack appeared in the wooden door, which was then slowly pushed open.
But after the door opened, the one greeting Yang An was not Pan Yu, but an enormous eye filling the entire doorway.
The eye was covered in bloodshot veins. Its black pupil alone was as large as a cow's head.
All those blood vessels wriggled like insects as they swiftly burrowed into the pupil. Within that giant eye, Yang An's figure was immediately reflected like an image in a mirror.
Yang An reacted quickly as well. The white feathers he had long prepared shot at the giant eye like bullets the instant he saw it.
Bloody holes appeared across the eye, and a muffled groan came from inside the room.
The giant eye was riddled with holes. Yang An retreated to the edge of the corridor, yet the bloody holes on the eye rapidly healed, and a questioning voice came from the room.
"Who exactly are you?"
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