"Who… who chose the place…" Zhou Cheng, Rourou, Lian Xiang and Peng Qian were stupefied.
"Who?" Huo Zichu asked again.
"It… it was Han Meng – " Zhou Cheng, Rourou, Lian Xiang and Peng Qian answered as they all looked outside the mausoleum where Han Meng is growling like a beast.
The senior policeman took the flashlight hanging on his waist and turned it on. The flashlight illuminated their surroundings before he pointed it on Han Meng. Their eyes opened wide in shock when they saw her bared teeth. They were pointy. Her saliva is also dripping from her mouth. Her hair is disheveled, and her pupils are red.
"It's her?" Huo Zichu frowned.
They could understand her feeling. They could have asked Han Meng why did she choose this place for them to go to, but now… they can't, anymore.
