```
His gaze did not rest on Liu Sisi in front of him but instead drifted to the side.
A strange gurgling sound issued from Fourth Son Yang's throat!
The followed by a heavy fall, he convulsed a few times on the ground before lying motionless.
Liu Sisi took a step forward, intending to pull out her hairpin, but upon seeing Fourth Son Yang's eyes wide open in death, she desisted.
With gritted teeth, she glanced at Zuo Xingyu twice, then decisively turned and ran away.
She thus missed Zuo Xingyu's twisted face as she passed by him, and his hand clutching the long sword bulged with green veins.
Sisi, are you so eager to flee from me?
A few steps past Zuo Xingyu was the entrance to the tunnel.
Familiar with the tunnel's structure, Liu Sisi effortlessly opened it and rushed out, heading straight for the bedroom.
Nowadays, not only was she dressed in men's clothing, but her clothing was disheveled, and her lips were split, still bleeding.
