The situation in front of us is definitely not something that can be done by ordinary means of murder.
So from the very beginning, Weng Jingyun was suspicious, thinking it might be related to sorcery.
"I've carefully examined the room but found no traces of any malevolence, not even a hint of Yin Energy." Weng Jingyun's tone was filled with puzzlement, unable to figure it out to this day.
Upon hearing this, Jiangli stepped up to the bedside and fixed her gaze on the corpse lying on the bed.
Her eyes swept across the scratch marks covering Zhou Shutong's face and then looked at his hands, which were covered in blood and had cracks at the fingertips.
Jiangli asked, "The injuries on his face, did he inflict them on himself?"
