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Meng Fuyao no longer knew what she wanted, neither did she have any inkling of where she was going. She only felt that the air around her was frigid, but she herself was filled with rage and restlessness. The dual torment of the emotional pain and physical pain evoked by the pill caused all her blood to go wild, rushing everywhere so as to escape. That uncontrollable, untethered gushing of blood engulfed her consciousness like a snake, wrapping itself tightly around her, suffocating her and causing her to black out.

Meng Fuyao wanted to escape! Escape! Escape!

She charged screeching!

By now, the 40-odd people looting the Li family's front yard had heard the commotion.

The windows and doors of the chambers of the Li family's main family flew open. A few peeked outside, then looked at each other again. "What was that noise? What ghastly yelling is going on?"

Then they all saw a ghostly black figure stepping into the corridor.