Memory recovered, Shen Heying looked at Yun Qi with disbelief.
Yun Qi was completely at ease, speaking clearly with a voice as crisp as silver bells:
"That's because you were controlled by someone using the Puppetry Technique, so you can't remember what you did at all. But this scene, this method, is not unfamiliar to your father. Because he once used this very method to frame others."
The same technique applied to himself, an eye for an eye, pain for pain.
This is the blood-soaked revenge!
As the words fell, a violent wind erupted outside, black clouds swiftly descended, the world changed colors, and day instantaneously turned to night.
There was a loud bang on the window.
Everyone looked towards the sound and saw a massive Ghost Shadow plastered against the glass window.
Its blood-red eyes stared fixedly at Shen Cong.
"Senior Brother, how does it feel to be framed?"
"Ghost Shadow, Yun Qi, he is the Ghost Shadow..." Shen Heying screamed, pointing at the window.
