Duan Ming still had many questions. Before he could leave, the ball of light had already flew far away. Soon the world returned to a darkness. The darkness gradually brought a little temperature. The cold and bone-bone body also made it lighter and heavier. It fell like a shot put. It was difficult for breathing for a while. Duan Ming only felt that he was really going to die. OK. If he could live, I... maybe... could be a demon.