Qing Wu!
Just as Sui Yi was about to stab the dark figure with Demon Que, there was a snap!
Suddenly, the figure released their grip.
Sui Yi hit the ground and immediately fled.
But after a few seconds, her expression turned pale.
She saw the small kitchen, and Zhuang Ziliu standing in the middle of it, smiling at her.
Had she run back here?
An illusion or a dream?
She could not escape.
Sui Yi frowned and instead of attacking, she slid Demon Que back into Sword Sheath, one hand supporting herself against the wall, the other lightly covering her mouth.
Blood slowly seeped through her fingers..
There was a lot of blood; her back was completely soaked, the rich scent of blood masking the decayed smell of the place.
Zhuang Ziliu just watched her like that, watching her and the backdrop as the dark figure walked in, grabbed Sui Yi's arm, and effortlessly, yet ruthlessly, pulled the severely injured woman into the small kitchen.
