Yu Linglong left.
Jian Wuying watched Chu Qianli, her clothes in disarray, drenched in blood.
After Yu Linglong's departure, the blood that had been gushing out in large quantities was now gradually lessening.
Perhaps, once a person dies, their blood flows more slowly.
Jian Wuying was an assassin, and by his own admission, he had killed many, but he had never witnessed the process of a person bleeding out before.
Today, even he didn't know why he stayed by Chu Qianli's corpse.
To throw her out to feed the wolves...
Finally, Jian Wuying stood up, supporting himself against the stone wall.
The wound in his abdomen no longer bled profusely, but a small amount of blood still seeped out.
This injury was stranger than any injury he had ever sustained before.
Was it retribution?
He had never believed in retribution before, but now, he began to somewhat believe.
"Probably, it's the heavens punishing me," he said.