"Not good!"
Qi Lu was greatly alarmed.
She had been about to join Zhang Kui'an in attacking, but she had never expected the imposing Zhang Kui'an to be defeated in a single exchange, his life and death unknown in the blink of an eye.
She immediately realized something was wrong.
Making a snap decision, she turned and ran!
"Miss Qi."
"Why are you running so fast?"
Behind her.
Shen Boxia's voice was gentle. "I'm very interested in you. I've always wanted to have a chat with you. For example, the more than thirty young men and women you murdered in the south all those years ago..."
"I've always been curious."
"How could you bring yourself to kill them?"
Tap tap tap!
Tap tap tap!
The corpses closing in from all around suddenly erupted into motion, crazily pouncing toward Qi Lu!
Zhang Qun, who had been left behind, desperately tried to dodge.
But he was torn to pieces in the blink of an eye.
He did not even manage to let out a complete scream.
He was just an ordinary person.
Faced with such a surging horde of ghosts, he naturally had no ability to resist.
"Heh heh."
"This is somewhat interesting."
"This young master of the Zhang Family has secrets too. It seems someone tampered with him."
"But it doesn't matter."
The instant Zhang Qun died.
Shen Boxia keenly sensed a fleeting trace of aura.
His brow lifted slightly.
But he did not pay it much mind.
He smiled at Qi Lu, but there was not a trace of warmth in his eyes—only bone-piercing coldness. "They were barely over twenty, just a group of students. So kind, so young."
"They saved you."
"Yet you tortured them to death in such cruel ways."
"You... how did you know?" Qi Lu was