"Whimper?"
The noblewoman poked her head out.
Her long hair had solidified with dried blood, and she looked nothing like a person anymore—more like a ghost of a woman who had died a gruesome death.
"Oh my God."
Jia Lanhua was so frightened that she immediately sat down on her buttocks, while Wu Damming leaned against the wall, trembling all over.
The people outside peered through the window at the scene inside and were dumbfounded.
They grimaced and said,
"Wei Bao is truly a beast. Even if that woman is an outsider, she's still a person, Wei Bao, this..."
"I always knew Wei Bao was no good, but I never thought he could be so vicious."
"I think Wei Bao should be hacked to pieces."
At this moment, Tao Qian, Hu Qiaoling, and many other women who, like the noblewoman, came from outside, were extremely agitated.
"Whimper, whimper, whimper."
