The voice seemed to be emanating from the depths of hell, impossible to trace, yet it kept echoing around Xie Mingjiang's ears, filling his heart with fear and unease, his eyes nervously scanning the surroundings.
But after looking for a long time, apart from him, there wasn't a trace of anyone else in the entire room.
"Do you want to know who I am?"
"Come out, if you have the guts come out, come out!" Xie Mingjiang shouted in a low, gloomy voice.
He didn't believe in ghosts.
"Walk to the window, open it, and you'll be able to see me!"
Upon hearing this, Xie Mingjiang immediately walked to the window and pulled open the drawn curtains.
The next moment, there he was, a man standing outside the window, a blonde, blue-eyed man.
The man was floating in mid-air, just like an immortal, especially under the evening breeze, his burgundy coat billowing, giving him an eerie resemblance to a ghost.
