Xiang Chengdong heard the woman mention Mr. Ye again. He waved his arm and snorted coldly." I'll say it again. I don't know who the Mr. Ye you're talking about is!"
The woman looked at the rippling clouds and lake in front of her. She took out a pack of women's cigarettes from her pocket and lit one.
The smoke lingered around, giving off an artistic feeling.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I have the patience to wait here. I think Mr. Ye will be here soon."
"Do you know why I chose this place?"
The woman glanced at Xiang Chengdong. Seeing that he was silent, the arrogance on the corner of her mouth was very obvious.
"Because this place is suitable for me to cast spells. After the formation was broken, I knew that when the Ghost Prison opened, there would definitely be people who would come looking for death. This place is inescapable and troublesome. I will wipe it out before the Ghost Prison opens."
