The boy looked at the person who had already stopped breathing.
His pale little face was even paler, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the wooden ring hanging from his chest.
This wooden ring was crudely made, yet it was shiny all over, with an ancient character engraved on it.
The place where the boy's thumb was rubbing was exactly where the engraving was.
If one listened carefully, a special energy could be faintly felt emanating from the character and being absorbed by the boy's body.
After a long time.
The boy finally let go of the wooden ring.
The paleness on his cheeks also had a touch of rosiness.
"Since I've returned, hand over the treasure!"
The boy seemed to have thought of something, a crazed look in his eyes, and immediately said to the follower beside him, "Contact Ghost Valley, and tell them that I've agreed to their plan."
"Yes, Master!"
***
In the suburbs of Beijing.
An ordinary female prison.
