Han stood holding the Suhuan Needle, her gaze blank and fixed straight ahead. Her lips were a purplish hue and her complexion was as pale as a corpse's, creating an eerie and terrifying sight. Step by step, she made her way to the doorway of Xia Tian's room, where Xia Tian was inside, intently practicing his guitar, completely unaware of the danger slowly closing in from behind.
Suddenly, Xia Tian seemed to sense something. He turned his head and saw Han staring straight at him through the narrow gap of the open door. The sight sent a chill straight down his spine.
"Han, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter 108