Chuzheng stroked her chin in thought, her gaze searching through the crowd.
The task not completed means the deal isn't done.
Why isn't the deal done? She followed the proper procedures.
If there's no issue with her, then there's a problem with these people.
These people... are they really people?
Chuzheng dragged Jing Po into the coffin: "Wait here."
Jing Po grabbed her sleeve: "What… are you going to do?"
"Kill people."
Jing Po: "???"
Chuzheng pressed Jing Po inside and turned towards the crowd.
Jing Po wanted to intervene, but was stopped by something, completely unable to get out.
He could only watch from inside the coffin as that girl intercepted a person, and before that person could react, pulled out a nearby bamboo pole and stabbed them right through.
One... two...
No one beside her was spared.
In the time it took for her hand to rise and fall, people dropped at her feet.
