C717 Deathgod with Pastel Face

The scene suddenly became so quiet that one could hear a pin drop!

No one had expected such a sudden change. Other than Jiang Chen, no one else could sense the existence of these people. They... Where did he come from?

"Gudong, gudong, gudong …"

A dozen or so people suddenly appeared in the previously empty courtyard. Each of them was wearing a death mask, holding a scythe in their hands