C328 A Panicked Heart

Xiao Lingchu's heart kept beating. He almost couldn't breathe. He pushed open the bedroom door. The scene in front of him shocked him. In the bedroom, Zhuo Yalin was lying on the bed with a pale face. There was an empty bottle on the floor. It was the highly-concentrated Human Head Horse. One of her hands was hanging by the bed. The white carpet was dark red and blood dripped down from her wrist