Fake (1)
編輯: Atlas Studios
"Madam… Ah!"
Another woman's scream sounded. This voice was so familiar and shrill that it pierced the heart like a knife.
"Granny Wang," Wei Wan shouted with a pale face.
Before she could finish speaking, an old hand grabbed the window sill. Her palm was covered in blood, and the curtain floated up to show drops of blood splattered on the curtain.
Then the bloody hand slowly slid down. The four people in the carriage could clearly hear something heavy land outside the carriage.
Xu Yao cried out in fear. Her face was pale as she grabbed her mother's clothes tightly.
In the next moment, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted from the outside.
What she saw were corpses strewn on the ground. Blood gurgled out of their bodies and dyed the ground red, like hell on earth.