Xiao Qiu!
Chuzheng clearly saw that person and immediately thought of this name.
Xiao Qiu stood silently there, head bowed, his hands hanging naturally. The color of his hands didn't look like that of a living person.
Chuzheng couldn't sense any signs of life from him.
Dead...
Shit!
Chuzheng made a split-second decision, swiftly turned around, and returned to her tent. She had just entered when a scream sounded outside.
It was the voice of Yao Qing... Poor thing, seeing this early in the morning.
Luckily she ran fast, otherwise they'd suspect her again. It's not her fault, so of course, she wants to avoid trouble. She has no time to waste.
But why did Xiao Qiu appear here?
There's no way he walked up here by himself and stood there, right?
Chuzheng rubbed her arms and listened as the voices outside quieted down, then she went outside.
The fog outside was still thick, Yao Qing was being supported by Xiao Mo, trembling all over with fright.
