Several tourists were drinking mutton soup.

A huge shadow shrouded over the people, making the faces of these people stunned and looked up.

I saw a big man about two meters appeared in front of them and looked at them with a plain face.

"Who are you?"

A gangster's eyes changed and subconsciously reached out to touch the steel knife on one side.

"I want to know what happened to Huang Yun and the other four?"

Qi Yun asked calmly.

The power of the spirit was activated, and a trace of unspeakable pressure was revealed in his eyes.

The face of the jianghu guest turned pale in an instant, and he felt like an invisible mountain was pressing on his body. He didn't dare to look at Qi Yun's gaze, lowered his head and said cowardly: "He...their shadow is gone."

"The shadow is gone? What does it mean?"

"Just... the shadow disappeared. When I woke up in the morning, the shadow under me disappeared."

The gangster said in a trembling voice.

"Where are they now?"

Qi Yun asked.

"I was still in the city in the morning, and I don't know where I went now."

The gangster said.

Qi Yun frowned slightly and turned around and left.

It was not until he had gone far that the gangster was relieved, sweating coldly, and breathing heavily.

He had never encountered such pressure.

When Qi Yun stared at him, his soul seemed to tremble.

Who is this?

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you just now? Why did you say everything?"

A friend next to him asked in doubt.

The gangster looked ugly and said, "Don't ask."

His palms trembled slightly, and he drank a glass of wine.

In the distance, Qi Yun's heart surged.

Ge Biao is gone half of his body.

There is no trace of someone again.

But it's getting weirder.

There was a bronze mirror incident that jumped into the river to commit suicide a few days ago.

This Hongtian City is not quiet either.
Chapter completed!