C997 Xue Qiang Was Calling for Help

"Drip... Drip..." The clock on the wall continued to move, minute by minute, in this silent room with a slight mechanical sound, making the originally calm world seem a little more lively.

On the brown floor, a pool of red blood was still slowly spreading, and the area was getting bigger and bigger. The exit of this blood was the wound on one of the wrists that was lying on the ground