Liang Weishu was extremely terrified. He kowtowed to Yang Qingtian as he trembled like he had epilepsy.
"You don't want to die, and neither do I. It's you. You drove me to death. You should give me your life."
Yang Qingtian grabbed Liang Weishu's neck with one hand and forced him to look up at her. "Have you seen how I look after I die? My head broke and was covered with blood. Look, this is it."
As soon as Yang Qingtian finished talking, she gradually turned into her horrifying look with blood all over her face after she died.
"Ahhhh!"
Liang Weishu finally couldn't bear the stimulation. His eyes rolled back and he passed out in shock.
Seeing that he passed out, Yang Qingtian retracted her hand and looked at Lu Zijia behind her. "He didn't say anything. Could it not be him?"
Lu Zijia was speechless: "…" He was already so scared that he passed out. What else could he say?
Lu Zijia cast a spell and woke him up.
