Chapter 846: Chapter 468: Mutation of the God of Death (1)_3
As soon as he touched it, he imdiately felt the other’s skin as cold as ice, but he couldn’t determine who it was.
The temperature in the eting room dropped suddenly, anyone’s hands could be that ice-cold.
So, Yan Junze imdiately stopped, maintaining a rigid posture, not daring to move again.
The ice-cold hand also remained still; Yan Junze’s index and middle fingers kept in contact with the back of the other’s hand, as if ti had frozen.
“It shouldn’t be Zhang Xiaomo.” Yan Junze speculated in his mind but quickly denied it, “If it were her, Xiaomo might try to touch my hand again instead of staying rigid.”
It’s all because this is the headquarters of Huaying Team, and the eting room’s confidentiality is extrely well-maintained. The curtains are made of special fabric that prevents light penetration and also radiation detection.
Being able to see this faint light is already a blessing.
No sooner had Yan Junze’s thought settled than the ice-cold skin against his fingers began to move, slowly sliding across his nearly rigid index and middle fingers.
Yan Junze imdiately felt a cold breath approaching him, the person coming closer was shorter than Zhang Xiaomo, who was not under 1.7 ters tall, so it couldn’t be Xiaomo.
This person walked very slowly, without a sound of footsteps.
Whoever dared to walk like this at this ti, Yan Junze had a guess about their identity.
Soon, a chill ca over his shoulder, a hand draped over from the side, anwhile, a faint breathing sound ca near his ear, so close it was almost touching the root of his ear.
The ice-cold hand first pressed on Yan Junze’s shoulder, then slowly slid from the left shoulder to his spine, and finally to the right shoulder where it rested.
Throughout it all, Yan Junze remained unmoving, not even a tremble.
But undeniably, at this mont, his heart was suspended, a sense of oppression and horror always lingering around him.
The breathing moved away from his left ear and ca to his right, seemingly whispering.
But Yan Junze listened carefully and heard nothing.
Now he knew his situation was the sa as the deceased five-star exorcist, with both shoulders being pressed down by the other party.
“Interference?! This woman is looking for an opportunity to interfere!” Yan Junze suddenly realized.
As long as he did not react, did not make any movent in response to her, she would not focus on him for the ti being.
Maintaining an extrely slow breathing rate, Yan Junze stood still like a statue, with faint whispers circling his ear, but he turned a deaf ear.
The whispering suddenly seed very distant, the ice-cold palms left his shoulders, and the chill slowly receded from him.
However, at the sa mont, Yan Junze’s right hand touched the ice-cold skin again, but this ti, after the touch, the other person’s hand imdiately retracted.
Without hesitation, Yan Junze reached out right away, grabbed the hand, and gently squeezed it twice, feeling the other’s fingers were slender.
The owner of this hand did not evade anymore but responded with a squeeze back.
Just at that mont, the cold breath suddenly returned, drawing close to the two people holding hands.
Clunk, their own palm rested on the back of the two hands that were joined.
“Ah—” A barely audible voice ca close.
Whoosh, it suddenly sounded not far behind Yan Junze, as if a chair in the eting room had been touched by soone.
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