Everyone was puzzled… where on earth had the mad boy hidden himself? Could he be concealed in the snow?
Mr. Zhuo, standing on the mountaintop, gazed into the pitch-black night sky.
He fell into deep thought.
Recalling the "bloodbath" at the base, he felt something was amiss.
"This guy's 'spiritual power' is stronger than mine."
The voice of the green-robed Hypnotist came from the silver foil.
It seemed she hesitated for a long time before deciding to speak up, "At the tomb, I didn't notice... that such a person existed in the ancient coffin, until he made his move and killed Captain Jie Ding!"
This voice was slightly trembling.
Mr. Zhuo heard it and recognized the fear.
He said calmly, "So..."
"If he doesn't actively touch the 'Storm' but retracts all spirit and pretends to be dead… our search relying on spiritual power is useless," the green-robed woman said through clenched teeth. "We must search the snow inch by inch."
"Then search the snow inch by inch."
