The trail of blood took them to a small alley that was filled with spoiled, rotten trashes. It was a dead end, and the blood disappeared abruptly as if Ouyang Xueqing was whisked away at that moment.
They were stuck.
The putrid smell were making Ling Xiaochen's stomach churned, especially when she hadn't had anything to eat for the past two days. Her head started spinning. An Zhengnan eyed her briefly before pulling her arm. "Let's go back."
For a moment, her eyes lingered on the calloused and large fingertips around her arms. She blinked and pointed behind her. "But the blood bring us there!"
"No," His jaw tightened. "It's a trap."
No sooner than the words spilled out from his mouth, suddenly the shrill cry echoed around them once again. It was the same as what they encountered last time. The difference was, this time, they could see the figure of a woman standing on the mouth of the alley clearly.
