Liu Chen's heart palpitated, and he instantly thought of his own scythe.
After finding Lin Xueting and instructing her to sleep in the same room as Qin Lu, Liu Chen immediately rushed to the research institute.
It was already deep into the night, the moonlight hidden behind thick clouds, without a star in sight, mirroring the darkness that filled Liu Chen's heart.
When the taxi stopped in front of the institute, Liu Chen's heart turned to ice, for he could not sense the scythe.
Moving as fast as lightning, Liu Chen hurried to Zhan Qi's private foundry.
The lights were out.
Liu Chen turned on the lights, only to see Zhan Qi unconscious on the floor, and the scythe nowhere to be found.
He rushed over, lifted Zhan Qi, and upon a quick examination, realized she had been knocked out with a blow to the back of her head and had no other symptoms.
Liu Chen pinched her philtrum, and within just a minute, Zhan Qi slowly opened her bewildered eyes.
