C820 The Trend of Controlling Ghost Door!

"You, you, you …"

Pang Baozong raised his hand and extended his index finger, pointing at the white-clothed youth who was sitting on the bench more than ten metres away from him. He opened his mouth and repeated the same word repeatedly, as if he had seen a ghost.

It was only a dozen or so seconds later that Pang Baozong finally spat out a complete sentence.

"You're not dead?"

As for Ye Kai