The strange look on Lin Mo's face made Ning An shift her gaze away uneasily.
As she looked at the corpses in the scene, each dead in a bizarre state, the memories of last night began to return.
Ning An's heart suddenly clenched, and her legs went weak.
She... seemed to have killed someone...
The experience of countless Samsara cycles had long since twisted Lin Mo's psychological resilience to an abnormal degree. In the blink of an eye, he adjusted his state of mind and controlled his expression.
The fact that Ning An had not died as usual did not mean he had gained a chance to transcend the Samsara.
Throughout these countless cycles, he had always encountered a few special "people."
These "people" occupied the bodies of people he knew or did not know, approached him with all kinds of aims, and ultimately sought to obtain something from him. He had become entangled with such people countless times.
Later, most of those who came with ulterior motives died at his hands.
As for the Ning An before him, whether she was the real Ning An or not was difficult to say.
Though countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Lin Mo's expression did not waver in the slightest.
After standing there blankly for a moment, Ning An came to her senses. She instinctively searched herself a few times, but finding nothing, began looking over the ground.
After finding the phone in the corner, her first reaction was no longer to call the police, but to ask her parents for help.
The phone showed more than thirty missed messages and calls.
Some were from Qin Yinhua, and some were from Ning Kangping.
After hesitating, Ning An called her father.
Ning An had not returned all night, and Qin Yinhua