When number seven spoke, her voice was so hoarse that it trembled. One could imagine the fear in her heart at that moment.
"It wasn't me," She reiterated and raised her left hand as if she was making a vow. "I didn't touch anything."
Her tone and actions of swearing ignited a doubt in song Qingxin's heart.
However, she quickly forgot about everything else because it really wasn't number seven!
She didn't need to explain further, because in the next second, song qingxiao's eyes widened. A black shadow rushed out from behind number seven and shot toward the group at lightning speed!
Under the dim light and the narrow and oppressive tunnel, the surface of the glass reflected the light. Song Qing was a little dazed for a moment. He could not tell if the shadow came from behind number seven or from behind him. It was just a reflection on the glass wall behind number seven.
