When people suffered a tremendous shock, their minds would momentarily lose the ability to think.
This was an avoidance response triggered by stress, because they could not accept what was happening before their eyes.
I simply could not accept it. Song Xiaotian... had actually stabbed Seventh Master to death!
Seventh Master's face had still been full of shock when he died.
He probably never would have dreamed that he would die at Song Xiaotian's hands.
Before I could react, Song Xiaotian grabbed An Ning by the hair and slit her throat right in front of me.
Blood splashed onto my face again, and I watched helplessly as An Ning fell.
"Ah!!"
I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, on the verge of a complete breakdown. "What are you doing! What are you doing!"
He had killed Seventh Master!
And he had killed An Ning!
Song Xiaotian stood there holding the knife, staring at me expressionlessly. He seemed to have been bewitched by the ghost here.
Holding that blood-covered knife, he pressed it against his own neck.
Even then, I had yet to recover from the shock, but I knew An Ning and Seventh Master were already dead. Nothing could happen to Song Xiaotian too.
"Brother Tian! Don't!"
The moment I finished speaking, before I had any chance to stop him, he slit his own throat.
Blood spilled across the floor again, and Song Xiaotian fell into the pool of blood too.
The entire bathroom was covered in their blood. It flowed to my feet, and a pungent stench of blood filled the room.
I stared blankly at the three corpses, then saw a little girl's figure reflected in the bathroom mirror.
The little girl looked to be in her teens. Her face was pale, her hair hung loose, and