C399 My Death Is Not Simple

Before he left, Tang Zhiming promised Kang Zeyu that he would have a good rest.

That night, Kang Zeyu had a bad dream.

In the dream, he saw me.

But in the dream, my face was pale, and I was as thin as a bamboo pole.

I stretched out my hand towards him, then asked him for help with a cold voice.

"Zeyu, save me, save me. "

My voice was like a devil's voice, reverberating in Kang Zeyu's heart