Chapter 597 Oppression

Wynter raised an eyebrow. “Formations are always the same. Your formation is also like another world to normal people.”

With that, she mounted her BMW Tomahawk again. “Hold on tight. We’re going in.”

The engine roared. If anyone had been present, they would have seen a black and red motorcycle disappearing into the villa.

There was no change outside after Wynter broke in.

The black mist was being emitted from only a corner inside the villa. It was as if an invisible door had opened and closed again.

One had to hold onto something familiar and beloved to the lost soul to find it.

Wynter had noticed that, despite being in a coma, Nixon had been clutching a little yellow duck. It was one of the yellow duck toys that children would play with when taking a shower in a bathtub.

She put the duck into her pocket without hesitation.

Generally, the more low–key one’s entry into the formation was, the better. After all, the spirits inside would become more aggressive once the formation master was disturbed.

But who could have imagined that Wynter would enter using a motorcycle?

had seen it, he would have definitely said

two formations before. The previous formations had either been in hospitals or hotels, both full

this formation was

broke in, the sunlight was

were selling vegetables on the street, making them frantically

where you’re going?” someone said in a

people selling newspapers everywhere. Students were organizing activities not

rickshaw puller

Hawford in movies. The

Rory Turner eyed a flower

flower seller, Isla Olsen, looked only 14 or 15 years old, and Rory didn’t even need

landlord pushed Isla in front of

be rude to the child,” Rory said in a

Roy Carson, nodded repeatedly.

Isla’s cries and were about to take her back to the

but none dared to

held on to the car door,

of cooperation, Roy threatened her, saying, “If

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