Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
The night was deep, and the fierce wind howled, chilling to the core.
The leader of the Black Wind Four Ghosts, an ugly old man, stared at Luo Feng. His narrow, small eyes glimmered with a ghostly light, trying hard to suppress the fear in his heart, and forced himself to say calmly:
"Kid, report your name!"
Hehehe...
A crisp laugh sounded, as Jiang Fengfeng folded her hands behind her back, looked up at the old man, and said with a smile:
"Weren't you all trying to garner merit for the Crown Prince? Now there's a golden opportunity right before you. If you kill him, being ennobled and appointed minister won't be a problem."
As she spoke, Jiang Fengfeng pointed at Luo Feng.
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Black Wind Four Ghosts all turned to Luo Feng, each guessing his identity.
