The four characters appeared in her mind.
When Xia Weibao played the last part just now, there was indeed a sharp, even murderous sound from the strings.
Then there was a scream.
It was this scream that snapped them back to reality.
But...
Impossible!
Yan Yuexian shook her head violently, denying this thought.
Music is produced because plucking the strings causes the air to vibrate and thus make a sound.
Such vibrations are extremely subtle; how could they be so exaggerated? Could Xia Weibao have the "Inner Strength" from ancient times?
Impossible.
Killing with a musical instrument only exists in TV shows; it can't happen in real life.
Maybe the bodyguard injured his own face by accident.
"Put your hand down."
Yan Yuexian commanded.
The bodyguard lowered his hand, revealing a face covered in blood.
On his left cheek, there was a large 'X' mark still oozing blood.
"Did you carve that onto your face with a knife?"
The bodyguard, "..."
