On the garden wall, stood a person.
No.
Not a person.
Flies.
——Countless flies gathered together, forming a humanoid presence.
"It" stood silently on the wall.
As if waiting for something.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The flies dispersed.
A man dressed in black combat attire appeared.
He opened his eyes and scanned the Shen Mansion with dilated pupils, finally fixing his gaze on Shen Ye's room.
Shen Ye felt a chill crawling up his spine.
Only now did he realize that the previous three assassination attempts were far from simple.
——This was something truly sinister!
The figure on the wall leapt down, landing softly on the garden's loose soil. After a brief pause, he started walking toward Shen Ye's direction.
He's coming!
Shen Ye held his breath for a moment, then abruptly murmured under his breath:
"Fate Divination."
Two curves emitting a black glow immediately surfaced on his palm.
Black.
Signifying death and misfortune.
