When the young man saw Wang Li, he was stunned for a moment before asking anxiously.
Right now, all he wanted to know was who the murderer was.
"Senior Brother Qin... Qin Mo, I actually get to see you again."
The moment Wang Li saw the young man, her face filled with excitement. She raised her blood-soaked hand and reached toward his face.
The young man—Qin Mo—quietly avoided Wang Li's hand, then seized her bloodstained wrist and asked urgently.
"Junior Sister Wang Li, I'm here. Tell me quickly—who did all this? Tell me, Junior Sister Wang Li."
Qin Mo was frantic. Wang Li's aura was growing weaker and weaker. If she did not speak soon, she would probably be dead.
"The murderer... the murderer... the murd... er... is... pfft..."
Wang Li's eyes widened. Her lips opened and closed as she tried to say something, but suddenly, she spat out a huge mouthful of blood. All life left her body, and her arm dropped limply, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Her head tilted to one side. She was dead.
Qin Mo was dumbfounded at the sight. Wh... what exactly was going on?
Qin Mo immediately placed a hand on Wang Li's head, and his expression turned incomparably ugly. There was nothing in her sea of consciousness—not even her soul remained. It had already scattered.
Qin Mo rose to his feet and viciously kicked Wang Li's corpse.
"Damn it, if you were going to say it, you should've said it earlier! You talked for so long without getting to the point. Damn it, if you hadn't wasted time on that nonsense just now, I might already know who the murderer was."
"Damn it, what a piece of trash. You deserved to die. Hurry up and die, you stupid woman. Fuck."
Qin Mo