Upon seeing his actions, Song Jia's eyes filled with increasing panic, yet she didn't dare to speak a word and could only move forward.
"Ah..."
Just as Song Jia took two steps forward, a certain figure in front of her startled her into a scream. There lay a man on the ground—without any limbs, he could only move by crawling.
The man's face was buried into the ground, making it impossible for Song Jia to see his face. However, there was something oddly familiar about his silhouette.
The man on the ground stopped when he heard Song Jia's scream.
"Does Miss Song no longer recognize him?"
Seeing the horror in Song Jia's eyes, Wang chuckled softly. Although his face was full of smiles, there was a touch of creepy intrigue in his eyes that Song Jia failed to notice. She knitted her brows at Wang's words, "How could I know such a person? I…"
"He is Li Lu."
Before Song Jia could finish, Wang interrupted her. And at the mention of those two words, Song Jia froze.