As soon as Si Chu finished speaking, Zhui Ying had already consciously stepped forward. Light as a swallow and ghostly in his steps, before anyone could see how he moved, his knife rose and fell, and suddenly a few drops of blood-red splattered on the originally clean and tidy wall.
Mingshu's eyes widened, about to take a closer look when suddenly a warmth covered her vision, plunging her into darkness.
"Don't look." She was startled, Si Chu's indifferent voice mixed with a hint of disgust, "It's dirty."
A rush of indescribable emotions suddenly surged in Mingshu's heart, and she obediently remained still.
Therefore, she didn't see Si Chu carrying her, his expression unchanged as he stepped over a corpse.
