C239 Zhou Tian died

Every time the disheveled man stabbed the knife in and pulled it out with force, a gush of blood would flow out at the same time.

Blood continued to spurt out from the chest of the person lying on the ground.

In that pool of blood, the image of Zhou Tian's face slowly losing its liveliness was reflected.

The man with messy hair chuckled. He heard someone enter