C833 Xuan Lian's Calamity

The night gradually darkened. Tonight was destined to be a night that would not be at peace.

There were no longer any pedestrians on the street, and the lights of the houses had gradually dimmed down. The doors were closed, and the occasional barking could be heard. But soon, even the barking was gone.

Above Washee, a group of black-clothed men were crouching on the roof