No one!?
Did I hear wrong?
Or has the tension lately been so extreme that I've started to hallucinate?
Yuan Hong looked around, widened his perception, and indeed saw no one approaching. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, sensing that something was amiss, but he couldn't put his finger on it. After hesitating for a while, he could only give up and go back inside the house.
Something seemed different inside the room, his head pounding fiercely, throbbing with sharp pain.
He staggered over to the desk.
His mouth was extremely dry, as if he had swallowed coal.
Water!
Yuan Hong could no longer focus his thoughts.
All he wanted was to drink some water, then lie down on the bed and have a good rest.
He lifted his cup, which had been empty just a moment ago, but now it felt strangely heavy, filled with some thick liquid.
Yuan Hong froze on the spot, his heart sinking slowly.
He looked down.
In the bronze wine cup, there was blood, full to the brim.
