Thriller Night Talk - Chapter 115: Her Three Souls and Seven Spirits Are Missing

... with the hood pulled up, which covered his chestnut colored hair and snow-white cheeks. He carefully and quietly slipped away silently into the early morning night, just like a ghost who wanders the streets at midnight.

Five minutes later, he was standing at the entrance of the alleyway where he had set up a magical array.

The building where the “Sāntúchuān” broadcasting company was located was a dilapidated and dangerous building, but it was unique in itself.

Two layers ...