Nightmare is not one to deceive oneself and others. The illusion that he has been covering up for many years is as thin as cicada wings. A slight scratch with a knife will reveal the embarrassing truth——

Wei Xiaoxian was injured by a conspiracy sent by Wang Jiusheng. His internal organs were bleeding and he had difficulty moving.

If this were not the case, Yang Ping would not have the courage to fight him again.

"What's wrong with this man?" The police noticed that he was unconscious and asked doubtfully, "Is he mentally ill... Let me go, what are those things on his face and hands? Is he a tattoo?"

"I don't know," Gan Qing, who was not wearing a coat, seemed to feel the cold. She sniffed her red nose, and the cold wind stimulated her tears. She said in a low voice, "It happened all of a sudden. It's like being sick.

It’s so fierce that it scares people to death.”

The policeman's expression became serious, obviously recalling the symptoms of a drug addict: "Call an ambulance, and contact the forensic comrades... take them all back... Hey, why is there a little girl injured like this? I'm with you.

Are you? Are you an adult?"

A policewoman hurriedly ran over to check on the quiet situation. The policemen were walking in a hurry, and Yang Ping's decades-old screams sounded heartbreaking.

Gan Qing glanced at her hand in a daze - her right hand was the famous Wan Muchun killing knife, which was extremely talented and sharp.

But...it was crippled by her own hands back then.

There is only one left hand left, which was not her natural dominant hand. Initially, during her most confused years, she exercised casually to facilitate her daily life.

This hand has never been stained with blood before.
Chapter completed!