At night, Yun Ran was in a drowsy sleep when a gust of cold wind precisely entered her room.
The Golden Feather, which would disperse immediately upon detecting danger to Yun Ran's life, did not react at all.
The Little Paperman stationed by the window slightly lifted its eyelids, then turned over and pressed itself against the glass, clearly not taking the matter seriously either.
The curse cast by Hei Mu Lianji, though a Death Sentence to ordinary people, was nothing more than a cool breeze at night to someone like Yun Ran.
The curse landed on Yun Ran's body, like a cool patch, gently caressing her skin.
The cold touch made Yun Ran turn over, rub her arms, and casually pull over a thin blanket to cover herself.
Meanwhile, seated at the altar, Hei Mu Lianji hadn't had time to disperse the look of certainty in his eyes when all the talismans around him lit up. Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he violently spat out a mouthful of blood.
