C165 Could It be That Madam Is Jealous?

Within the vast forest, there was no place for a lonely grave to speak of. The wind whistled, but there was no trace of that person.

She suddenly laughed at herself, squatted down and muttered, "Look at me, I must be hallucinating. You're already in this pile of dried up bones, why are you still alive? Why are you still talking to me?"

She took a deep breath, feeling that she was really unlucky