C976 dead fish

Qing Caiyue's neck was tough, but it wasn't the type that was particularly stiff. There was only one type of neck like this, and that was a dead person. An hour ago, Xia Lei was still in the midst of chasing after Fan Yiming.

Lu Sheng seemed to have realized something, he also moved closer to the bedside and reached out to touch Qing Caiyue's wrist