C32 The Bloody Disaster Came True

By this time, no matter how much Zhan Nanxi had drank, he was finally sober.

Cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

Zhan Nanxi tried his best to twist the handle of the door, but no matter how hard he tried, it would not open. It was as if there was a powerful force outside the door that was stopping him.

The sound of dripping blood continued above his head.

Finally