C321 Court

The night was very cold, and the blood on the knife was also very cold. The sound of footsteps on the stairs became increasingly strange.

The corner of Huang Guanjing's mouth curled up into a sinister smile as he walked into the room, igniting the lamp wick.

With a sizzling sound, the flame leapt into the air and illuminated the entire room.

There was a man lying on the bed, breathing evenly