"Chu Nan."
Meng Qianqian called out this name.
Tan'er dashed into the secret chamber, "Sister, Master Xiyao is missing! There are all kinds of strange mechanisms inside here!"
Halfway through speaking, she glanced at Meng Qianqian's hand, "Sister! You're bleeding in reverse!"
Meng Qianqian said softly, "It's not my blood."
At the mention of mechanisms, she couldn't help but think of the underground palace of Liang Country, whose secret passages built by the High Priest were remarkably similar.
Tan'er looked at Ayimulan propped with one hand in the pool of blood, her expression relaxed slightly while her little brow furrowed tightly: "Let her be, sister! I'll kill her!"
Meng Qianqian held her back, "Ignore her, let her see her own fate for herself."
Ayimulan clutched her bleeding chest, laughing weakly yet maniacally, "Which one of us will meet our end first, I wonder?"
