At this moment, Bai Pingyuan's face couldn't be stable anymore, it turned blue and red, his eyes widened, and he couldn't close his mouth. He also felt the feeling that Wei Zhaodong forgot to have a headache just now.

He quickly squatted down and grabbed Bai Zhenhong's arm with both hands, only to find that his arm was as stiff as a boulder.

In addition to stiffness, the rest is cold, the kind of bone-chilling ice cold.