The breeze blew through the leaves, and tiny shimmers of light filtered through the gaps between the leaves. On a slightly flat platform on the top of the mountain, Bai Shang stood quietly. After a while, a slightly dark gold card appeared in Bai Shang's flat hand. One side had complex patterns, and the other side had a deep and dark picture, which seemed to be able to absorb people's souls. There was a slightly pale mask painted on it, and the most conspicuous thing was a little tear stain at the corner of the mask's eye. The existence of this teardrop gave the mask a seductive and evil feeling. Bai Shang looked at the floating card in his hand, carefully feeling the message in it, and murmuring in his mouth, it was really an evil thing. Then, with a flick of his finger, the dark golden card in his hand turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky...
