"How's it going?"
The dense smog blocked the view beyond the balcony, leaving the people inside unable to see anything. But the intermittent opera singing and rumbling thunder made it clear that the battle was extremely fierce.
"Miss Long."
"Aren't you going to help Mr. Jiang?"
Yan Mo asked in a low voice.
"There's no need." Long Peiyun smiled. "He can solve the problem."
"But..." Yan Mo still felt uneasy, worried that Jiang Qiao might lose. That would be disastrous. After all, the stage had left an extremely terrifying impression on him.
"There's no need."
"He can solve the problem."
Long Peiyun repeated the same words, her gaze turning toward the opposite bank of the creek.
The outside was shrouded in gloom, but despite the veil covering her head, she seemed able to see something over there. Chen Xiaowan, who had been watching her closely, noticed her fingers twitching slightly.
Something has caught her attention.
As for Jiang Qiao—
And this woman dressed in bridal clothes—
Chen Xiaowan found them increasingly strange.
One gave off no Supernatural Aura and looked just like an ordinary person before making a move. The other went out dressed in bridal clothes, and merely standing there was enough to make people tremble with fear.
And now they were fighting this terrifying little town.
Yet they themselves could do nothing.
Usually, they stood high above others.
But here, they seemed no different from the ordinary people they usually looked down upon.
I hope he wins.
She silently prayed.
On the stage.
A layer of blue-black mold rapidly spread.
This wasn't an attack.
It was contamination!
More than thirty blue opera costumes stood there, puffed up as if filled by invisible bodies despite containing no living person. The surroundings looked as though a heavy rain had