"You were the one who buried the second young lady alive last night?"
"No, father, don't! My blood... How can..."
The sharp blade cut open the flesh, and blood gushes out instantly.
He didn't have time to react, and the severe pain was like countless steel needles piercing his stomach from his throat!
Her hands were so fast that only afterimages were left!
This second lady... Looks more and more like a bottomless cold pool!
"The ancient Buddha of Qingdeng will not rest until death!" There is no end, this is just the entrance to hell where the Zhao mother and daughter finally want to cry.
"Mother..., The dead end road you left..., My daughter... Has stepped on it..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
