"Why are you arguing, be honest with me." Brother Li kicked the skinny man on the ground, angrily said.
"Does this card have any effect on him? Could it be related to killing Xu Manrou?" Yang Shuo asked while holding the black card.
At this moment, Wang Yueting suddenly said, "Brother Yang, can you show it to me?"
Yang Shuo was stunned, and handed over the card in his hand.
Shen Mubai was thinking about what kind of sharp weapon Xu Manrou used to cut her wound, Ji Shu seemed to know what she was thinking, and said softly, "The murderer should have cut her throat when she was unprepared, so that she couldn't scream , otherwise why didn't we hear anything."
Shen Mubai said, "You mean, the murderer is the one who made Xu Manrou not vigilant, but Xu Manrou is a bit weak and timid by nature, any one of us can enter her room."
Ji Shu nodded, and said thoughtfully, "But it's the most impossible thing for that person to stay in the room for a while, a thin person. After all, Xu Manrou won't be that stupid."
Just as Shen Mubai was about to continue, he heard Brother Li's panicked voice, "Skinny man, don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly."
She followed her line of sight, and saw that the thin man was curled up on the ground in pain. Beads of sweat slid down from his forehead. He seemed to faint in a second, and he roared silently.
Sister Huang and the others were also shocked by what happened suddenly.
"What's wrong with him? Is he sick?"
"Does he have a heart attack?"
Yang Shuo hurriedly went to check on the thin man's condition. The look on his face became more and more painful, and the veins on his forehead burst out.
"Take out the rag from his mouth." Uncle Zhong frowned, "Let him talk."
The rag was taken away from the thin man's mouth, and he spit out a word as if he had fished it out of his hand.
Yang Shuo moved closer to his lips.
The thin man opened his eyes, "Be careful.. Be careful.. Wang..."
A lot of blood began to ooze from his body, slowly spreading along the floor, soaking to the soles of Yang Shuo's feet.
This scene happened weirdly and strangely, even without any warning, the thin man died inexplicably like those people who disappeared out of thin air.
Brother Li seemed to be frightened, and staggered back a step, "Dead!? How did he die?"
Seeing this scene, Shen Mubai couldn't help opening his eyes.
"Sickle, it's a sickle." A low voice came from next to his ear, Ji Shu's breath passed by, and his slightly hurried voice sounded, "Wang Yueting has a problem."
At the same time, Sister Huang asked, "Xiao Yang, what did he say?"
Yang Shuo raised his face, a little confused and at a loss, "He told us to be careful."
"Be careful who?" Sister Huang frowned.
"Be careful with me." A grinning voice sounded from beside her ears, and with the puffing sound of flesh and blood being pierced by a sharp weapon, Wang Yueting grabbed her hair, and the scythe in her hand became more and more forceful.
Bright red blood splashed all over the loyal uncle who was close by, and Sister Huang's neck was twisted, staring at the ceiling with regret.
Ji Shu pulled the girl beside him and rolled aside.
Wang Yueting glanced at them regretfully, then turned her gaze to Uncle Zhong, and followed him quickly when the pupils of the other party trembled slightly and were about to run away. Her movements were very nimble and agile, and her flexible body could turn freely. With a puffing sound, another life was lost in her hands.
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