C337 Face Setting Pill

Qinghai, International Trade Building, roof.

A blurry figure was moving around on the floor of the rooftop like a headless fly, looking around in a daze.

"What a pity."

Zhang Yang bent down and touched a bloodstain on the ground with one of his fingers. He looked at it and muttered. With a look of regret, he flicked his finger and the blurry shadow slowly disappeared