CHAPTER 113: CHAPTER 113: WHERE DID HER BLOOD GO?

The white shadow raised its chin.

The frost-born, snow-dancing face abruptly appeared before Qin Wenrou - who else could possess such captivating beauty but Qin Xin?

Qin Wenrou’s breath hitched, her heart nearly stopped.

"I... I don’t know..."

Her pupils contracted sharply, emitting a rasping and broken response.

The white shadow advanced a step towards her, revealing blood-stained, tattered school uniform beneath the white mourning clothes: "Hah, don’t tell me you had the brains to outsmart me!"

Even without any defenses back then, she would not easily fall into a trap set by someone as insignificant as Qin Wenrou.

Unless there was someone more capable guiding her from behind.

Killing someone like Qin Wenrou was easy, but drawing out the mastermind behind, not as easy.

The sight of the blood-stained school uniform peeking through the white shadow’s mourning clothes horrified Qin Wenrou, leaving her panic-stricken and croaking hoarsely, desperately shaking her head, "I don’t know, I really don’t know, it wasn’t me... it wasn’t me..."

The white shadow’s lips curled coldly: "Perhaps freezing you until you’re corpse-green will jog your memory."

Qin Wenrou’s neck stiffened, and even her ability to shake her head failed her: "I, I, I remember! He controlled my phone to contact me, but didn’t, didn’t, didn’t leave a contact, it was all arranged by him, I just followed orders, sister, I never intended to kill you..."

The white shadow scrolled through Qin Wenrou’s phone and indeed, no trace was left.

Controlling the phone without leaving a number?

Was it remote manipulation?

This person was a technical expert.

The white shadow’s gaze darkened: "Why did you draw my blood?"

Qin Wenrou’s eyes went dull: "The blood wasn’t for me, he, he might have taken it to sell for money?"

Killing someone and draining all their blood just to sell it?

Hah, that’s too high a price, isn’t it?

Do you think others are fools?

Qin Xin flipped her delicate hand!

Qin Wenrou instantly suffocated again!

Her neck felt as though being ravaged by thousands of bites or as if countless blades were poised to pierce her delicate carotid artery at any moment.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything... he took the blood, said he’d come back for me... but he never came... the money he promised me he didn’t give... he said he’d come back for me..."

She was incoherent, truly terrified.

Her nape felt icy like being in a frozen cave.

So much so that she didn’t even notice a few petals of Dongju fell onto her nape.

The white shadow’s expression grew colder as she watched.

Qin Wenrou’s tears and snot ran uncontrollably: "Sister, spare me, I’m not lying, everything I said is true, please be kind and let me go, I’ll burn incense and kowtow for you every day, I’ll burn joss paper, just forgive me..."

"Hah, your forgiveness is truly cheap..." The white shadow’s eyes were as cold as ice.

The next second.

A blade’s gleam flashed.

Directly toward Qin Wenrou’s head!

Qin Wenrou was petrified with fear, her whole body rigid and unable to move.

Immediately, a sharp pain exploded on her forehead, her heart finally couldn’t take it anymore, and she collapsed to the ground!

How could this be just a nightmare when the blade, the blood, and the pain were all real?

It’s over, Qin Xin’s ghost is going to claim her life ahhhhhhh.

And before dying, she’ll have an ugly scar on her forehead ahhhhhhh.

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Behind the Imperial University.

On a tall purple fir tree, Qin Xin in her white attire hadn’t yet been removed, the bloodstained school uniform still worn beneath, her expression indifferent as she leaned against a high branch.

Ao Xinghao puffed as he climbed the tree, holding a bag from a 24-hour convenience store, filled with an assortment of bottles.

Looking at Qin Xin’s figure, more ethereal and transcendent in the moonlight, Ao Xinghao couldn’t help but admire: this little girl looked even cooler climbing the tree than he did, truly impressive...

If her face wasn’t considered, the title of the school’s most handsome could be debatable whether it belonged to him or her.