Eyes downcast, staring at the hand tightly gripping the gun beside Xiao Moli.
The veins on the back of his hand bulged, and even the gun seemed unable to withstand the force of his hand, trembling imperceptibly.
In the corridor on the second floor.
Hai Tang looked at Xiao Moli downstairs, Xiao Chen and the others remained unmoved, the conviction she had initially held was increasingly wavering.
How is this possible?
How is it possible?
She questioned herself repeatedly in her heart.
Tang Shiyi's five senses had already been sealed by her, and he stood beside her, face blank, eyes empty.
Hai Tang's face showed a hint of madness, raising her hand and biting her finger, dark red blood instantly gushed from her finger.
With her finger, she drew a symbol on Tang Shiyi's forehead using the blood.
With Hai Tang's movements, Xiao Moli felt as if even the air he breathed now carried a tinge of blood.
