Alive or dead, it doesn't matter.
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"Yin Shixiu is dead, who do you think can protect you now? I'm not afraid to tell you, if I can kill one child, I can kill two more!"
The evening shadows fell, Su Xiaomeng pulled Shuangshuang with one hand and clutched Huang Huang tightly with the other, pressing the children behind her.
But her small frame couldn't possibly shield the two children.
Yin Shiqing's fierce and smug expression was like a terrifying ghostly mask with blue face and fangs.
The fangs even seemed to drip with blood...
Monstrous figures emerged from behind him, wielding long knives, carrying the most terrifying instruments of torture.
"Yin Shiqing! Have you gone mad?!"
Xiao Meng puffed her chest out and shouted at Yin Shiqing, her ghostly large eyes darting around, trying to find a way to escape with the children, even if it meant she couldn't escape herself.
