Su Li narrowed her eyes. This person was none other than Zhao Peng, the person she had seen at the funeral previously. She sensed a trace of ill intention from Zhao Peng!
Could this be the bloody calamity that the psychic had mentioned? Had she calculated it, or had she deliberately arranged all of this?
Su Li blamed all of this on the psychic.
The psychic, who was changing her clothes, shivered inexplicably. She thought that she had only been splashed with a basin of black dog blood and was not drenched in the rain. She should not be infected with a cold, right?
To be safe, she would drink a bowl of ginger soup later!
Zhao Peng did not expect Su Li to suddenly turn around. He originally wanted to get closer to Su Li and make a move. This way, even if Su Li died, she would not know who killed her. Even if she became a ghost, she would not be able to find anyone to take revenge.
