The things hidden in the room had always been in use. Si Wuxie's guess was correct, and A Nan quickly confirmed it.
But Si Wuxie soon realized there was a problem.
"Miss Nan... tell me, who do you say cleans this room?"
Xie Nan nodded casually.
Si Wuxie couldn't help recalling what Xie Nan had said before—she had come here to clean because she had encountered a terrifying fellow.
As for Second Blade Emperor and the other two, they had each been assigned different tasks.
"Who is that terrifying fellow?"
Xie Nan's eyes shifted slightly. She raised her chin and pointed toward the door. "There. He's already here."
As if she had sensed something, Si Wuxie warily stared at the door of Madam's Room... A narrow crack slowly opened, and the first thing she saw was a palm wreathed in black smoke.
Or rather, the palm itself was formed from gathered black smoke.
A horrified feeling welled up from the depths of Si Wuxie's heart. She instinctively swallowed, and her soul even felt as though something were slowly stroking it from top to bottom, leaving her deeply uncomfortable.
As if it were something capable of making one's consciousness freeze!
That thought flashed through Si Wuxie's mind.
The black-smoke palm did not linger for long. The door to the room opened completely, and what entered Si Wuxie's view was unmistakably a figure formed from gathered black smoke.
An aura like an abyss continuously drifted about as it slowly walked in—the door to the room closed again.
Si Wuxie instinctively retreated to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xie Nan... Miss Nan looked relatively calm. She merely frowned slightly, as if she were thinking about something.
The gathered black smoke suddenly began to disperse. The humanoid mass of smoke revealed a pale face—only