"An Hua!!!"
「Deep in the night.」
In the pitch-black night, not a single speck of starlight could be seen. Dark clouds obscured the canopy of the sky, hiding the moon and stars, and darkness shrouded the land.
「The next moment.」
Xu Qing's furious roar pierced the sky like an arrow, tearing through the darkness and startling the Government Office. Duan Wanyu and the others quickly dispatched men to investigate.
「In the blink of an eye.」
Duan Wanyu, Yin Shanhe, Feng Buchui, Nie Yun, Wang Tuoba, and the others also rushed to the scene, arriving at Xu Qing's residence at once.
Inside the side bedroom.
A faint smell of blood filled the air. Xu Qing stood expressionlessly not far from the door. The arriving group saw a familiar corpse on the bedroom floor. Its head had been chopped off, and crimson blood gushed out, forming a pool.
The disheveled head had rolled away like a ball, its eyes wide with an expression of unimaginable fear and terror.
Dian Anhua!
Dead!
"This…"
