Seeing Luo Shu's gaze sweeping towards herself, Song Xiran immediately felt like she couldn't breathe.
"Do you now regret taking action against me? However, regret is too late now. You, including the Song Family, and the Yin Corpse Sect, I won't let any of you off." As Luo Shu spoke, she waved her hand, and a red flame swept towards her target.
Song Xiran wanted to beg for mercy, but found that she couldn't even open her mouth; she could only watch helplessly as the flame enveloped her entirely.
"She's a ghost! Definitely a ghost!"
"Too terrifying! Somebody help!" The scene immediately descended into chaos.
With a wave of her hand, Luo Shu released a cloud of white powder that gracefully scattered down. As long as one smelt this powder, they would fall into a deep sleep and forget everything that had happened today.
Looking at Lu Hanmo beside her, Luo Shu lowered her head and kissed his lips, "Hanmo, I wish you happiness!"
