Jiang Shijie's face turned ashen.
It seemed as if there was no point in saying anything anymore.
Blood was still flowing.
Jiang Shijie could feel his life slipping away with the passage of time, and in the darkness, he thought he saw the Death God beckoning to him. A black, large hand—
In an instant, that hand grasped his heart.
A sudden stop.
Thump.
Jiang Shijie fell to the ground.
Shao Xin, seeing a corpse for the first time, was taken aback, let out a shrill scream, and kept backing away.
Xu Zhaopei repeatedly offered comfort.
As if she had grown accustomed to the scenes handled by Fang Yu.
The scene before her gave Xu Zhaopei sufficient reason to believe that Fang Yu's identity was far from simple!
Tang Yan turned his head and said with a smile, "Brother Fang, what a coincidence... I was just catching these two traitors, and I didn't expect to bump into you here."
Coincidence?
Fang Yu didn't think so.
