Zhou Hanyu bit her lip and said:
"When that guy left, he turned his head, and it was clearly a ghost face, not the kind you joke around with, but a real ghost face. They were all scared."
Yang Yan nodded:
"I got it! Comfort them for now, I'll find someone to handle things here, wait a moment, once they arrive, I'll go find Xu Yi."
He knew that, most likely, it was that guy who did it again.
But Xu Yi was taken away by him, which didn't bode well.
Yang Yan quickly took out his phone and called Jianghai, and before long, Jianghai arrived with people. Yang Yan briefly explained the situation and then turned around and left.
As he left, Yang Yan took a hairpin from the sachet belonging to Xu Yi.
In the rush, she hadn't brought her things at all.
Once outside, Yang Yan cut his finger and dripped blood onto Xu Yi's hairpin.
Swoosh!
The blood-stained hairpin emitted a red light and then floated up, transforming into a red bolt of lightning, flying off in one direction.
