C63 The Horse Was on the Yin Mountain

Ever since the blood-red figure appeared, the eerie atmosphere in the room became even more intense. The sound of flapping wings was especially ear-piercing in the silent main room.

Qian Lih's index finger made a few strokes on the top of the paper box.

The paper box did not break, but the blood-red figure suddenly jumped out from inside.

This way, I can see it more clearly