Ding Yin and Tian Fei had been crouching in the flower bed as they were too scared to come out.
When Yun Jian flicked the butterfly knife, it landed in the soil just short of where the tip of their feet was. The butterfly knife still had the dead man's blood on it that had yet to dry.
As the blade Yun Jian had thrown stood tall in the soil right in front of Ding Yin and Tian Fei, others who witnessed the scene felt chills running down their spine. One could only imagine how much terror Ding Yin and Tian Fei, who were the direct parties involved, were going through.
"Ah! Ah! Mommy, blood… blood! There's blood! Wu-wu-wu…" Tian Fei's obstinate temper flew out of the window as she blanched and cried loudly from the sight. She shook and cried tears of fear.
If Tian Fei had felt superior as a spoiled princess in the beginning, there was no such pride from her right now. She had even forgotten about her willfulness as she cried, obviously having been terrorized.
