From Prisoner to Hour
Chapter 566

Scapegoat

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The scream had come from Tolina!

Jora Jocks, the "Charred-Robe Priest" following behind Gilan, also underwent a drastic change in expression, worry flashing in his eyes.

"Where is Miss Tolina?"

Without turning back, Gilan asked in a low voice.

Jora hurriedly replied:

"Miss is in the attic room..."

Hearing this, Gilan did not hesitate in the slightest and directly used his Origin Substance ability, "Quick Movement."

His figure flickered, vanishing from the spot in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was already standing outside the golden barred gate of the attic bedroom.

Gilan looked up, and his pupils immediately contracted.

Around the enormous princess bed at the center of the room, the once clean, snow-white curtains were now splattered with blood.

The air was thick with the stench of blood.

Gilan's heart sank.

He swiftly raised his hand, grasped the round golden doorknob, and twisted it. With a click, the barred gate opened.

After quickly stepping inside, the smell of blood grew even stronger.

Gilan approached the bed and carefully lifted the curtains.

Whoosh—

A young girl in black silk pajamas was curled up on the bed, her face twisted in pain.

Tolina had lost her usual tranquil and dignified bearing. Her long black hair was in complete disarray, strands clinging to her pale face with sweat and blood.

Her eyes were tightly shut, her delicate brows furrowed. Blood seeped from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, lips, and ears, making for a horrifying sight.

Bloodstains covered her body, the bed, and the pillow.

"Pant, pant..."

The girl opened her mouth and gasped for air, like a fish dying of dehydration.

Seeing this, Gilan hurriedly bent down and lifted her into his arms.

The moment he touched her, he felt the icy cold radiating from her body. It was as

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