The rain was pouring down, and the thunder was rolling.

Bai Cheng looked at the cloudy sky, yawned boredly, reached for his mobile phone, and ordered a takeout online.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, the door isn't closed!"

With a "squeak", a person pushed the door in.

Looking up, Bai Cheng couldn't help but be stunned.

Appearing in front of Bai Cheng was a middle-aged man dressed in ancient costume, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, not angry but mighty, thirty or forty years old, more than nine feet tall, wearing a white jade crown, a blue water sword hanging from his waist, a moon-white robe, and a azure ribbon.

"Big brother, you haven't heard that someone has organized cosplay recently," Bai Cheng was stunned for a moment and said.

The middle-aged man didn't speak, he looked Bai Cheng up and down a few times, and suddenly his figure shook slightly, the blue light flashed, the long sword came out of the sheath, and a sword pierced Bai Cheng's chest.

Bai Cheng felt a pain in his heart, and then wanted to shout for help, but he felt cold all over his body, his eyes were black, and he couldn't raise his strength no matter what, but he saw a smile on the face of this middle-aged man in a daze, as if some problem had been answered, and then turned into a little golden light and disappeared.

Ten minutes later, the restaurant owner walked into the room with takeout, and when he saw that the room was empty, only his wallet was on the table, he counted the money, put the takeaway on the table, and turned to leave.