C780 Shen Zhiyang of Time

"Let's go in." The one who spoke was Zhang Feiyu. He felt itchy outside and really wanted to fly in with his wings behind his back.

Lin Jinan nodded. He agreed that the moment he entered the haunted house, he grabbed Shen Zhiyang's hand.

The haunted house was naturally very dark. Zhang Feiyu shone on the phone as he held it