The man lay before Ye Zhilu, his head gashed and bleeding. Her eyes widened in horror... the fresh blood, like eerie ink, flowed over her bare feet.
She shrank back, hands covering her mouth, and let out a piercing scream!
Leike and his men rushed over at the sound of the gunshot, and the scream made it even easier to identify the direction. By the time they arrived, this was the scene they witnessed.
Li Qiyu stood rigid, clutching a gun, with her long dress splashed with bloodstains.
Yet she still seemed as aloof and pure as the Laurel Goddess, her beautiful yet haunting face devoid of any expression.
"Help... Bo Yeyuan... save me..." Ye Zhilu covered her face, not daring to look, trembling in terror, the dagger on her shoulder being driven deeper by her quivering.
Bo Yeyuan's footsteps echoed as he approached her, his gaze resembling two bottomless abysses.
"Miss Ye, what are you doing here? Miss Li—" Leike exclaimed in astonishment, "Was it you who fired the gun?"
