The man's miserable scream rang out for a moment before quickly disappearing.
After a while, the smell of blood in the woodshed became stronger and slowly floated into the nose of the man who had fallen on the straw pile.
He couldn't help but tremble violently, and cold sweat gushed out of his forehead.
Shao Qingyuan and Gu Yundong looked at each other and smiled silently.
Shao Qingyuan was holding a needle in his hand. This needle pierced the man in Room 11 beside him. This was the reason why he screamed.
Gu Yundong was holding a cup in her hand. The lid of the cup was opened. She tilted the edge of the cup slightly and the bright red chicken blood inside fell to the ground.
The man tied to the pillar had already fainted, but the scream just now seemed to still resound in the room, making the other man tied up in the room jump in fear.
