Zhang Feng, for a moment, couldn't recall anything.
He could only carry this trace of confusion as he took off with the helicopter.
Towards the distant Hai City, he set off.
Meanwhile, at the destination Zhang Feng was about to reach, Hai City, there was someone equally urgent!
It was Ma Xiaotong, staying in a room at the guesthouse.
Ma Xiaotong was a fierce ghost, sealed within her own corpse.
So at night, she didn't need any sleep and wouldn't feel any drowsiness.
But at this moment, in the room before dawn.
Ma Xiaotong kept the light on and stood in front of a full-length mirror.
She paced back and forth anxiously like a cat on hot bricks.
However, her stiff expression and eyes showed no hint of emotion.
From time to time, she stopped to lift up her skirt.
At the root of her cold, white, and smooth thigh,
a small corpse spot was slowly appearing.
The anxious Ma Xiaotong murmured continuously:
"Brother, where are you!"
"Did you forget to feed your sister?"
