The girl's beautiful voice was extremely clear, like a pool of pure clear lake water rippling with blue waves. A small stone was thrown into it, causing slight ripples on the lake surface.

The light and sharp female voice covered her body with a black robe and only a pair of dark lacquer and dark eyes revealed, and directly turned around.

Because of the same appearance, Chen Zhen stood with more than a dozen soul-killers, and Chen Yimin and Wang Huiting couldn't recognize which one was him.

Now it’s not the time to care about these things. Chen Yiwen, Wang Huiting, and their group of friends, looked at the girl who was making a sound when Si Tong’s misty voice fell.

"you?"

Chen Yiwen's breathing tightened, and there were too many moments of shock and doubt in his eyes when he looked at Si Tong.

"What are you saying about whether you are here or not? Cousin, she is not the god of hell..."

Wang Huiting's heart is really big. She stood in front of Chen Yiwen and several friends who returned from studying abroad around her and pulled Chen Yiwen's arm.

As soon as he said this, Wang Huiting suddenly looked up.

Chen Yiwen and those accomplices returned overseas students looked up one after another.

What is caused by the eyes is Si Tong.

At almost the same moment, several people spoke in unison: "God of Hell!?"

"You are... the girl two days ago..." Two days ago, he felt the breath of an adult from hell on Si Tong. Chen Zhen stood among more than a dozen soul-killers and spoke.

More than a dozen other soul-killers had already set their sights on Si Tong.

But the Soul Killer has always been a hell messenger who only does things and never speaks.

When they operate on Earth, they look like puppets, and do not communicate with anyone. After taking away the blood of the deceased, they will immediately rush to the next place.

Chen Zhen is a young soul killer with less experience and more impulsive experience among a group of soul killers.

Just after Chen Yimin and Wang Huiting and others spoke the words in unison.

Among the Soul Killer, an older Soul Killer took out an envelope made of unknown material from the hem of his long black robe and handed it to Chen Zhen.

Shake your head and show gently.

Chen Zhen took the envelope and held it in his hand. The black robe covered his figure. He came to Si Tong and handed the envelope to Si Tong.

Then, more than a dozen soul-killers turned around and walked towards the back mountain of the hotel, and soon disappeared into a shadow.

"Of course the God of Hell can't be her!" Almost at the same moment when the Soul Killers disappeared, Chen Yiwen and Wang Huiting and others shouted in unison.

At that moment, they thought they were unanimously denied by everyone. Everyone sighed and walked to Si Tong.

"Hey, it's really strange. They don't know you, why do you still leave an envelope?"

Wang Huiting couldn't help but feel angry. She was the first to rush forward, wanting to jump up gently and look at what was written on the envelope in Si Tong's hand.

If Si Tong has a little bit of connection with the people in hell, the dozen soul-killers will not leave.

Since they have left, it means that Si Tong must have nothing to do with the people in hell.

Chen Yiwen was just curious about why Si Tong said that the Soul Killer really left an envelope for Si Tong.

Chen Yimin is very familiar with his good friend Chen Zhen, and he also knows that the older soul killer is the superior of Chen Zhen and the soul killer.

"What are you writing? Show us!" Wang Huiting jumped and came to Si Tong to see the envelope she held in her hand.

Si Tong avoided it.

Turning sideways, avoiding Wang Huiting, Si Tong ignored the people next to him, took out the letter from the envelope, glanced at him with a faint glance.

After seeing clearly the news that the Soul Killer had to go back to hell to report the situation, Si Tong's dark eyes raised coldly.

The envelope says-
Chapter completed!