C372 A Strange Mask Man

The elder in the black robe lifted his head slightly, exchanging a glance with the other. Then, as if they had evaporated into thin air, the two figures vanished.

After finishing her meal, Ruan Qingge headed to the dim chamber where the deranged were held. The air was thick with the scent of blood, and as Ruan Qingge's steps drew nearer