C465 He Really Died the Evil Ghost Was Fierce

Zhang Daoqian gazed at Zhou Jie and his three companions with a hint of mockery on his face.

"There's no death without foolishness!"

Zhang Daoqian never interfered with those who courted disaster.

Ignoring Zhou Jie and the others, he slipped invisibly into the piano room.

Zhou Jie and his friends stealthily crept up to the piano room's windowsill, peering inside with bated breath