When Chen Shouyi turned his head, the shadow had already disappeared without a trace.
"Can't hold back anymore?"
He had the mind to chase after it.
But he was still carrying Song Yingjie, and was about a hundred meters away from escaping the dense fog. He hesitated for a moment and could only temporarily suppress the impulse in his heart.
Everything would be discussed after delivering Song Jieying safely.
Chen Shouyi quickened his pace, and in a moment, they broke through the dense fog one after another.
Qian Wei and Zhao Jiankai were drenched in sweat, their chests heaving violently, only feeling like they've survived a disaster. Even the moonlight tonight seemed bright.
Song Yingjie, who had been struggling all along, suddenly quieted down, her eyes clearing: "What...what happened to me just now?"
"You were controlled." Chen Shouyi stopped, seeing that she had returned to normal, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Your will seems a bit weak!"
