C131

In the summer, Huang Lao San's white shirt was dyed red with blood.

A blinding red color.

But no one would die.

Looking at the position of Chen Chen's stab, at the very least, he wouldn't die in a short period of time.

If it was an ordinary child, he definitely wouldn't know, but Chen Chen.

He had just killed Chen Zhengyi earlier, and slit his throat.

Within a few breaths