Huang Chen's expression froze.
After listening intently for a while, even when he brought his head close to the other person's mouth and nose, he still found that Lü Qiang's breathing had become barely audible.
Startled, Huang Chen quickly reached out again, pried open Lü Qiang's mouth with his thumb and forefinger, and another large clump of silvery-white hair was pulled out.
This time, the hair was noticeably longer, some of it having reached at least as far as Lü Qiang's throat, visibly saliva-coated at the ends.
At that moment, a crackling sound came from Lü Qiang's throat, like a drowning person desperately struggling, trying to cry for help but unable to make a sound.
Huang Chen leaped onto the bed and forcefully pried Lü Qiang's mouth open wider, this time inserting three fingers to grab and pull out even more hair.
The silvery-white hair seemed endless, pulled out in clump after clump by Huang Chen.
At this moment, Huang Chen's complexion drastically changed.
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