"What do you want to say?"
There was only a distance of a few dozen centimeters between Bei Fengjin and Wu Ming.
His pair of ink-black eyes stared unblinkingly at Wu Ming, a chilling aura spreading, lowering the temperature of the entire backyard by several degrees.
Wu Ming looked back at him, showing no signs of discomfort under this cold aura.
Of course, there was even less possibility of fear.
Wu Ming watched him, his eyes void of any color, his face calm.
Of course, wearing fake pupils and a mask, even if there were any expression on his face, no one could see it.
However, a person's aura can be felt.
Even Bei Fengjin sensed the man's composure and indifference when facing him.
Wu Ming said blandly, "I heard that when Bei Qingyou died back then, the body was never found. This grave, I'm afraid, is merely a tomb of clothes and hat."
As soon as the words were spoken, Baili Xia was instantly shocked.
