Wu Qiaomei's body just fell like that.
The three people in the field stood there dazed.
They subconsciously looked down and saw that Qin Hao's fingers actually had a trace of fresh blood.
This blood seemed to be Wu Qiaomei's.
The next moment.
"Bold!"
The voice rang out, and the three of them regained their senses simultaneously, looking at Qin Hao in panic.
This guy actually killed Wu Qiaomei?
"Is that bold? There's even bolder!"
Qin Hao smiled faintly, and beside him, Monk Jianzhen's face stiffened, his complexion instantly turned purple, and the blood vessels in his neck began to split open, blood gurgling down from his Adam's apple!
"Hehehe..."
Witness Monk Jianzhen was full of horror, trying to speak, but when he opened his mouth, only purple blood sprayed out.
In the end, he didn't even say a word before his body went limp on the ground, his corpse completely turned purple!
