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?

he would have definitely said that it

previous formations had

this formation

in, the sunlight

of her motorcycle startled the people who were selling vegetables on the street, making them frantically

going?” someone said

and people selling newspapers everywhere. Students were

bell rang, and a rickshaw puller passed by

Hawford

in a black coat got out of the car. Rory Turner eyed a

looked only 14 or 15 years old, and Rory didn’t even need to get her

in front of Rory. “For you. Look at

the child,” Rory said in a

Okay!” The man, Roy

were about to

many passersby, but none dared

car door, holding

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

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