C112 This Assassin Was a Little Cold

Chiang Chen hovered in the void, while Xiaobai, the little white cat perched on his shoulder, stood tall, peering around with curiosity.

Before them floated two rows of ten scripts each.

"Host, pick any script you like. As long as it's free of ghosts and goblins, we're good!" Xiaobai, the fluffy white ball, quickly scanned the scripts and breathed a sigh of relief