The crimson blood slowly slid down her cheek.
Yuan Xiuqin and Jiang Yuchui before her had wide eyes, unable to utter a sound from their throats, with blood pouring from their chest wounds.
Until.
Blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.
Fu Yuhua's hand, clutching the gun, released it abruptly, and she retreated in terror.
She, she clearly hadn't fired the gun, how could this happen?
Yuan Xiuqin and Jiang Yuchui slowly lowered their heads to inspect their bullet-riddled bodies. Blood flowed quickly, and in no time, a pool gathered beneath them.
The pain had almost numbed them.
"Don't...don't hurt my daughter."
Jiang Yuchui collapsed violently onto the ground, convulsing all over. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Fu Yuhua, the blood seeping from his mouth a horrific sight.
"Otherwise, I will not...let you go...even if I become a ghost..."
Speaking with immense effort, his words were fragmented, squeezing out all the life left in him.
