"Ugh..."
As a wave of headache passed, Feng Xue slowly opened his eyes and looked at the unchanged room before him. He frowned slightly, and a faint feeling of discord immediately surged in his heart.
Supporting himself up from the bed, he glanced around the room. Everything seemed so natural—it was just an ordinary hotel single room. Whether it was the LCD TV on the wall or the air conditioning vent above, everything appeared as it should.
Yet, there was an inexplicable feeling telling him that none of this was right.
"What exactly is wrong?" Just as Feng Xue furrowed his brows and began pondering where this sense of discord originated, a pale ghost hand suddenly floated over with a cup of warm water, offering it with a gesture as if to say, "Drink some water upon waking up."
"Tsk, tsk, do you think you can kill me again? Wait! Damn it!!!!"
