Chapter 627

Hera lowered her head, her gaze falling on Bernard's fingers that were tightly clutching her arm. Who knew that Grandmaster of Astral Nova would be afraid of coming to a morgue? "I was just worried that you'd feel scared in here," Bernard tried to explain. Hera gave him a helpless smile wry smile. Standing on her toes, she pecked him on his cheek, to which he swallowed. The next moment, his eyes lit up in glee. Although they were both wearing masks, that kiss stirred his heart. "Are you still scared?" Hera asked. "Yes, I am!" Bernard answered eagerly, which made Hera suspect that he said that on purpose. The steel door of the morgue started clanging as the cries of a young man filled the air. "Someone! Help me! Let me out!" he cried. "Wait, what? So, you haven't died?" exclaimed the middle-aged man. He stopped at the end of the corridor, plucked out a key, and unlocked the door. The moment the door was opened, a young man in a hospital gown dashed out of the morgue.