Lv Dong's breathing came to a halt.
It was unclear whether he forgot to breathe or simply didn't dare to anymore.
His neck stiffened as he slowly lowered his head.
And saw that white as jade, small hand on his wrist.
Truly white as jade, even paler and colder than marble.
Then, Lv Dong's body shook violently, as if struck by lightning.
His head jerked in a twitchy manner to look towards where the voice beside him came from.
The corpse, the pretty woman's corpse, was standing right next to him, even winking and smiling!
Of course, Lv Dong recognized this corpse.
"Ah—"
Lv Dong finally couldn't hold it in, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing scream like a startled girl.
Then, his eyes rolled back.
With a "thud," he fell to the ground, fainting from fright on the spot.
The room regained its silence.
And just a moment ago, Zhang Feng's eyes were bulging, face pale, with veins popping on his forehead.
He patted his pants and stood up from the floor.
