And outside the door, the people who had been arranged were all sleeping like dead pigs, completely unaware of when their weapons had slipped from their hands to the ground.
The woman first circled around the room, then fixed her gaze on the bed, inching closer step by step.
The short dagger in her hand exuded threads of chill, casting the room in an especially cold and ominous atmosphere, causing an involuntary shiver.
"Brother Molian, what's happening here, she... isn't breathing, is she?" Lin Caisang stood outside a window, observing as Madam Chen slowly approached Grand Old Madam Chen's bed.
Yet, even Lin Caisang, an outsider, could sense that Madam Chen at this moment showed no signs of breath, appearing exactly like a corpse!
"Shh!"
Sui Zimo placed a finger to his lips, motioning Lin Caisang to be silent.
