C68 Undead Ghost

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." Yin Qijin called out politely.

Uncle Zhang nodded. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and slapped his forehead.

"Look at my memory. On the way back, I saw something that looked like blood. Do you want me to show you?"

Wang Yu looked at Yin Qijin and thought it would be good to have someone to lead the way, so the two of them agreed