"Ye! Shi!! Yu!!!"
"Boom!!!"
Inside the funeral home, the fury of several women echoed the sudden bright thunder in the firmament.
Upon seeing Yan Huan's body restless even after cremation, stolen away by Ye Shiyu without a trace, the initially calm An Le and Tong Yingying simultaneously erupted with a terrifying sense of pressure.
"Gulu~"
"Click..."
Unclean pink spread along with the sound of a gun being cocked on the wall, quickly revealing a side door meant only for staff on the other side of the cremation room.
Seeing as the three of them had guarded the entrance earlier, it was clear Ye Shiyu could only have escaped through there.
"Splashing..."
At this moment, it was raining heavily outside the funeral home, isolated in the outskirts of the Jinghe District. Ye Shiyu carrying Yan Huan's body probably wouldn't escape easily.
An Le's neck turned deathly pale in an instant, countless tentacles dragged her, making her float slowly in mid-air.
