"Xia Xinghe, I'm going to kill you! All of you!
"All of you deserve to die! I'll curse every single one of you, even if I become a ghost I'll come back to haunt you!"
Wushuang had totally lost it.
Her hatred had become indiscriminate. She would destroy the world if given the opportunity.
Xinghe turned back to look at her and jumped in utter shock.
Wushuang's facial bandage had fallen off to reveal a deep gash starting from the top of her left eyebrow all the way across to the bottom of her right cheek.
It practically split her face into two. It was bleeding and tearing apart agitated by Wushuang's violent movement.
Coupled with the fact that she was dragging her powerless lower body across the floor…
It was like the night of the living dead!
Xinghe had always been a spiritually and mentally strong person but, for some reason, Wushuang's scary face was forever seared into her mind.
