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?

would have definitely said

formations had

formation was different.

in, the sunlight was

of her motorcycle startled the people who were selling vegetables on

you look where you’re going?” someone said in a

and saw steam locomotives and people selling newspapers everywhere. Students were organizing activities not far

rang, and a rickshaw puller

the special period of Hawford in movies. The place seemed

of the car. Rory Turner eyed a flower seller outside what

15 years old, and Rory didn’t even need to get

like a landlord pushed Isla in front

rude to the child,” Rory said

Okay!” The man, Roy Carson,

about to take her back to

none dared to step forward.

held on to the car door, holding tight even when her hands got

cooperation, Roy threatened her, saying, “If you don’t go along,

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255