The tomb was silent and soundless.
Only the sound of two flames burning remained.
The Blood Fire in the eybrows of the man draped in the robes of a Late Bell Church priest, as well as the Chi Huo in Gu Shen's brow.
The long and slender muzzle of a sniper rifle pointed straight at the man's forehead.
That streak of blood-colored flame was forced to reveal itself in the face of immense oppression... The moment that flame emerged, Xiao's identity had already been exposed.
He raised his hands, his expression unchanged, and said in a low voice, "How... did you recognize me?"
The Changjiu Foundation in Dadu District was annihilated...
Throughout the process, he had never truly met Gu Shen face to face.
In fact, he didn't have his own "entity"; he had always hosted his spirit, and with the Blood Fire concealed and his aura retracted, how had Gu Shen seen through his identity?
Xiao couldn't understand.
"Quite coincidentally. And quite unfortunately."
