The curtain with the black cat image had been removed, and Chen Shuyun had hidden herself, but the bloody footprints all over the floor were particularly conspicuous.
It was blood flowing from her feet.
The wound seemed to have been inflicted by the techniques of a Witch-hunting Knight, which explained why it had been bleeding non-stop, no wonder she looked so pale.
Lin An took a quiet breath, harnessing the spiritual assistance of the rhythm in the black cat image and the Spirit Cat Spinal Stretching Technique's Breathing Skill, and his body suddenly lunged forward.
He landed on all fours without a sound, bounced up again quickly, rebounded off the wall, and landed lightly and silently at the bathroom door.
Grabbing a mop from beside the door, he returned to the living room and swung the mop to roughly wipe away the more conspicuous blood and water stains on the grey floor.
