Jiang Chengyue's words were like a cold iron awl.
They fiercely pierced the hearts of everyone in the living room.
Plunging everyone into a deathly silence.
The resolute intent to kill, sparked by the Corpse Mountain blood shed, almost prepared for mutual destruction, seemed doused with a bucket of cold water.
Extinguished, cooled, leaving only a heavy sense of helplessness and biting cold.
Chu Kuanglan let out an ambiguous, almost self-mocking "heh heh" laugh, leaning heavily back into the sofa, and rubbed his face hard with both hands.
Lu Jiuyuan's arms, holding the knife, were tense to the extreme.
Wei Banmeng's icy face lost its color, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, her eyes flickering intensely, clearly engaged in extremely complex calculations and deductions.
However, no matter how the calculations were made, they all pointed to a desperate conclusion.
If what Jiang Chengyue said was true.
