In the room, with a pair of scissors inserted in her throat, Huangrui was lying in a pool of blood. At this moment, she had not breathed her last, rolling her eyes and looking steadily at Di Yan with strange sounds. Her weird and horrifying expression frightened Di Yan so much that he instantly fell to the ground and sat there.

As a good-for-nothing young man from a wealthy family raised in a tender world, he had never seen such a scene where someone died in front of him. ...