This is so weird.

How come there is no sound in such a crowded street?

Moreover, the smiles on these pedestrians' faces are too consistent.

What are they laughing at?

At the stalls on both sides, hawkers were also smiling and shouting hard.

But although their mouths were open, there was no sound.

Zhang Yuan even wondered if he was deaf?

He reached out and clenched his ears.

Just then!

A pair of cold white palms grabbed his wrists, as if two cold ice cubes fell on his hands all at once. The woman who had been earlier appeared here at some point, her face was twisted, her eyes were covered with bloodshot, and she looked at Zhang Yuan.

"My child, give me my child!"

Her voice was gloomy and terrifying, like the wailing of a ghost.

Zhang Yuan's face changed.

Damn it!

suddenly!

A palm fell on his shoulder, as if pulling him from one world to another, and what he saw in front of him was quickly collapsed and decomposed.
Chapter completed!