Even in the pitch-black night, her shooting was precise; with just two shots, she killed the opponent.
But as she fired, she was hit by another bullet.
Having been hit by four bullets in a row, Gu Lili could no longer stand up straight.
Pain whitened her entire face as she extended her blood-covered hand to turn on the light.
The man stabbed in the abdomen by the Huiling Sword turned into a dry corpse, his blood completely drained.
It was as if a piece of skin was hanging on a corpse.
Gu Lili, enduring the pain, grabbed her cellphone and staggered out of the room, leaning against the wall.
She knocked on Long Yubei's door, "Come… out."
No one responded inside; she grasped the door handle, pushed open the door, turned on the light, but the bed was empty; he was not there.
Gu Lili leaned against the wall, dialed Long Yubei's number, and the pleasant ringtone of the cell phone sounded. Soon, the call was answered; it was Long Yubei's voice, "Lili."
"Where did you go...?"
