C273 Soul Disappearance

At three-thirty in the afternoon, Wang Zheng stood at the airport of Han River City and frowned. From the moment he entered this city, he had felt a chill down his spine.

"There is nothing wrong with the air. If there is, how come there is nothing wrong with the air?" Wang Zheng took a deep breath and revealed a puzzled expression.

Just as he walked out of the airport