"Who are you?" Ye Zhilin smelled the scent of death, trembling uncontrollably, her voice almost a whimper, "You must be the ghost of Gu Qiyun, don't kill me, don't kill me..."
Gu Jiayin curled her lips with scorn and evil charm, "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."
"Are you serious?"
Ye Zhilin looked up in surprise, her eyes shielded from the rain by the umbrella, opened wide.
"Mm." Gu Jiayin slowly curled her lips, her indifferent voice dispersed into the damp rain mist, "Today, I'm not claiming a life."
Ye Zhilin suddenly widened her eyes again, raised her head to look upward, only to see a streak of lightning split across the sky at that very moment. The next second, she felt a scorching sting, instinctively covering her eyes.
The lightning was accompanied by a glaring red.
"Ah!"
A hysterical cry of pain, drowned in the ensuing thunder that seemed to tear the night sky apart.
Her world plunged into endless darkness.
