Yun Jian’s words carried a cold chill, making Zhang Di and the other two feel as if they were in a world of ice and snow, frozen by a thick block of ice.
Zhang Chengjun, Zhang Di, and Wen Shi couldn’t help but Shiver.
When they carefully recalled what Yun Jian had said just now...
Zhang Chengjun’s eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils constricted. He stared at Yun Jian with his mouth wide open, almost shouting out. In the end, due to his fear of Yun Jian, he lowered his voice and said in fear,
“There was a fire at Chen Yaqing’s house. All the guests, including the owner, died in the Sea of fire. Could it be that you...”
Could it be that you did it?
However, Zhang Chengjun did not dare to shout out the last sentence.
That was because he saw the yun Jian’s right hand, which was stuck in the pocket of her pants, slightly reach out of the pocket of her pants. Between her right hand’s fingers, a butterfly knife, which had yet to be drawn, flashed with a bright luster.
