C3003 To the Cold Pond

"Nothing can be so absolute." Lu Shan replied. "As long as we don't see Zheng Yahong's corpse, we can't give up."

"I'm afraid the result will disappoint you." Ning Zetao leaned against the wall, playing with his fingers. Only now did Lu Shan realize that Ning Zetao did not have nails on his hands. His fingers were chubby and looked especially horrifying