Hanging up the call, Xu Xin looked out from the treehouse window.
The door of the Red Mist cabin was tightly closed, and Lou Fei'Er seemed yet to step outside.
Is nothing wrong in there?
Xu Xin immediately swung down from the treehouse and quickly walked to the side of the cabin, peering inside through the window.
Lou Fei'Er still leaned against the wooden wall of the cabin, sitting on the ground.
The blood marks on her face had turned bright red and did not flicker like that of the Silver King; they were very stable, like two fresh strokes of blood just applied.
Her eyes were tightly shut, corners slightly twitching, and her brows knitted, as if experiencing some nightmare. With every breath, the red mist around her was inhaled repeatedly, and her body trembled slightly.
She didn't seem as comfortable as when she first entered; now she looked somewhat uncomfortable.
Moreover, has she been inside too long?
