Wynter had not forgotten about the red shoe in her bag. Her priority now was to find Nixon’s soul and


    use the method of guiding souls to send him back.


    Winnie had said that Nixon had fallen sick because a child wearing a costume had invited him to y.


    Wynter’s gaze fell on I in front of her. “Has your sister ever invited a little boy to y?”


    “A little boy?” I shook her head at first, but then said, “Oh, I remember now. There seemed to be a


    little


    @@novelbin@@


    boy, but my sister didn’t invite him. She said he was chosen.”


    Wynter quickly got the essence of I’s words. “Chosen? By what?”


    You didn''t buy this chapter


    Buy Now (6 coupons)</a>