The dim light from Qin Xin's phone screen could illuminate only a small area.
But even within this tiny range, everywhere she looked was blood, all blood.
Qin Xin endured the discomfort that made her want to vomit, slowly moving and scanning around, only to find every place she looked, an expanse, was all dark, dim blood.
Moreover, it wasn't spilled on the floor; it was gathered in a medium-sized pool.
This was a blood pool!
Ding Yu and the tattling senior died in the blood pool.
This situation was too bizarre.
Qin Xin instinctively lifted her foot to leave, but for a moment, it was grabbed.
She looked down and saw a bloodless hand clutching her heel, holding tight; it was Ding Yu's hand.
"You're not dead?"
Qin Xin frowned slightly.
Looking down, Ding Yu's "corpse," originally lying on the ground, barely lifted her pale-as-paper face: "Lan Qingxin... you... you came here... to compete for, for the mentor, didn't you?"
