C490 Death of the Lady of the Flying Pigeon Message

After looking around, Ji Yilang found that the furniture was slightly dusty and no one had lived in the yard for a long time.

He had miscalculated, the Raksha Hall had long ago planned this, and caught him off guard.

Ji Yilang's face was ashen. His hand tightened and five deep finger prints appeared on the pillar.

He ground his teeth in frustration and felt a burning flame in his heart