Curled up on the bed, Wang Lin gasped in cold breath, wanting to stand up to find some painkillers, but she didn't even have the energy to get up.
The pain was like a roaring tornado, ready to devour her whole.
Wang Lin didn't even know if she had fallen asleep or passed out.
Suddenly awakened by a sound, Wang Lin sat up in a flash, listening carefully. The sound was gone, and goosebumps rose on her skin instantly.
A feeling of horror crept through her, Wang Lin got out of bed, tiptoeing out of the bedroom.
In the brightly lit living room, there was nothing.
Sighing quietly, just as Wang Lin was about to turn back, bright beams appeared outside the dark window, like several cars parked outside their home.
Thinking Chi Zhenghong had brought Chi Jingming back, Wang Lin, full of excitement, descended the stairs. As she opened the door, a group of fierce and evil-looking men holding thick iron rods charged in.
"Hey, who are you looking for? Get out, get out..."
