C113 Metamorphic Wu Ming

Today, dark clouds covered the sun, and thunder rumbled in the sky. It seemed as if it was going to rain cats and dogs.

Under the dark clouds, the Green Mountain Funeral Home was even more gloomy and terrifying.

Only then did Yuan Jing hide in her room, holding a pair of glasses as she stared at the villa in front of her.

For the past few days, the villa did not have any activity