Pei Pei Pei, so unlucky. It's actually a dead man! The Vagabond who had given the money took the money from Zhan Jia 'er's hands and left while cursing.
As for Zhan Jia 'er, she stood outside the wooden door in a daze, looking at the lifeless corpse lying in a pool of blood in the simple and crude house.
There was no response for a long time.
Duan xiuhui is dead ... Duan xiuhui is dead ... At this moment, Zhan Jia 'er's mind was actually filled with thoughts of what she was going to do in the future?
The last 'useful item' that she relied on to survive was gone.
How was she going to live from now on?
Duan xiuhui was gone, and Zhan Jia 'er had completely lost the support of her life.
The other young women in the underworld could still sell their bodies in exchange for the value of their lives. But Zhan Jia 'er, even if she was willing to sell herself, she was not willing to spend money.
