That night, Wu Hao arrived at the location specified in the envelope. The place had been abandoned for three years, left entirely untouched; some even whispered it was a haunted building.
The surroundings were pitch black, with not a soul in sight. Suddenly, Wu Hao stopped dead in his tracks—a dangerous aura emanated from behind him.
Sure enough, almost at the same instant, a dark figure lunged out, brandishing a gleaming dagger as he thrust it toward Wu Hao.
Chapter 162