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Qing...
Jiang Shouzhong struggled to recall the residents of the nearby streets and alleys.
There didn't seem to be anyone with "Qing" in their name.
Jiang Shouzhong casually tore off a piece of clothing from a nearby screen and pressed it against Zhao Wancang's continuously bleeding chest, then asked, "Why did she seriously injure you just now? Was she planning to kill you?"
Zhao Wancang wiped away the tears on his face, "I'm also confused about what happened. I vaguely heard some noise outside, and then I was dragged in front of that woman. By the time I came to my senses, I found myself lying on the ground, seriously injured, while that woman ran out the back door."
Jiang Shouzhong's eyes grew sharp, as if in deep thought.
It sounded like someone had suddenly made a move on that demon.
Zhao Wancang was just hastily pulled over to serve as a human shield.
Who could it be?
"The situation is becoming increasingly interesting,"
muttered Jiang Shouzhong softly.