"The picture frames in the master bedroom."

Liao Yuewei took out a photo. The photo was not complete at the moment. Fei Sishi's side had been torn off, leaving only a little girl with a missing front tooth but still smiling brightly.

Fangfang's eyes lit up, and her gaze towards Liao Yuewei was no longer lazy. She chuckled, put her arm around Liao Yuewei's shoulder, and asked mischievously, "Do you still need deodorant?"

The beautiful woman was embarrassed. She couldn't smell the odor herself and would often forget about it unintentionally. Fortunately, the little devils didn't deliberately make things difficult for her this time. She smiled, took Fangfang's arm, and said gently, "The smell is strong. Be careful not to get it on you."

Fangfang shrugged, not minding at all.

The world outside the hall was pitch black, the doors were tightly shut, and the passageways on both sides were marked with signs for the St. Mary's Orphanage, divided into Section 1 and Section 2, which were also locked at the moment.

Seeing Cheng Shuang looking around, Liu Jueshan explained, "This step is very special; we won't grant her freedom until everyone is here."

"Ha! No need to make it sound so nice, which death zone isn't special!" Fangfang made a face.

He reached back and took out the string of photo frames, but before he could remove them, Liu Jueshan stopped him.

She raised an eyebrow, quickly put the photo frame back, and looked at the closed elevator doors.

A ding sound.

The door opened.

Tian Dashuo came out.

He had large areas of blood on his face and body, but no wounds on his body, so it was unclear whether it was his own or someone else's.

Cheng Shuang leans towards the latter.

Because his eyes were bloodshot, still tinged with the cruelty and heat of excessive excitement, he was remarkably similar to Faith, who had tried to scrub her back with a steel wool pad.

Tian Dashuo showed no interest in the four people present and sat at the elevator entrance, seemingly oblivious to their presence.

Soon the elevator doors opened and closed, and two people stepped out one after the other.

Su Ming and Wenwen.

When Tian Dashuo saw Wenwen, his eyes immediately revealed a malicious lust.

He didn't move, but merely smacked his lips, which startled Wenwen so much that she rushed towards Su Ming in a few steps. Su Ming, full of vigilance, protected her in his arms, avoiding Tian Dashuo's menacing gaze, and sat down behind Liu Jueshan and his sister.

Liao Yuewei almost laughed. How cowardly! His girlfriend was being targeted like this, yet he didn't dare to say anything.

Tian Dashuo is not hard to understand; he's a typical bully who preys on the weak and fears the strong.

Su Ming was a little too timid and cautious.

"Brother Jueshan, did you come out together? How come you're here so fast?" Wenwen, nestled in Su Ming's arms, exclaimed in admiration, her eyes occasionally glancing at Cheng Shuang, her little scheme to find out the truth was obvious.

Liu Jueshan didn't care about Su Ming's attempts to get close to his girlfriend. He glanced at Wenwen, who was smiling sweetly at him, and shook his head.

Wenwen made a polite remark without changing her expression, and then, without altering her smile, began to praise Fangfang again.

Cheng watched with bated breath, admiring her sister's ability to be flexible and adaptable. Even though Fangfang's attitude was always perfunctory with a forced smile, it couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

"You just wanted to ask me what my skills are and whether I got any clues, right? Stop talking nonsense!" Fangfang couldn't stand Wenwen's hypocrisy, but compared to the spineless Su Ming, she was still more pleasing to the eye.

She bluntly said, "Before testing others, reveal your own secrets first."

Fangfang smiled wryly. She didn't have any bad intentions; she was just too afraid of Tian Dashuo, so much so that she desperately wanted to know his skills to be on guard. However, she couldn't ask Tian Dashuo directly, fearing that she would be throwing good money after bad, so she wanted to probe indirectly, hoping that everyone could be honest with each other.

Her and Su Ming's skills are more support-oriented, not good at offense or defense. Without cards, she wouldn't be able to get past Fei Sishi at all.

But the cards will eventually run out.

Tian Dashuo was already strong and healthy, and she didn't want Su Ming to face him head-on. If Tian Dashuo's skills were even stronger, she was afraid she would really not have a good ending this time at the Gate of Reincarnation.

Wenwen made up her mind, avoiding the stunningly beautiful Liao Yuewei, and looked at Cheng Shuang, saying softly, "Little sister, my skill is to add attribute values. You've played games, haven't you?"

Cheng Shuang shook her head and said cooperatively, "I haven't played it, but I know that some equipment has additional values, such as strength or dazzling spells."

Wenwen nodded, pointing to her shirt and skirt, "Sister's outfit has added defensive capabilities, as long as you don't change it yourself..."

Su Ming suddenly tugged at her, and Wenwen immediately smiled sheepishly and stopped talking, snuggling even closer into her boyfriend's arms.

Cheng Shuang didn't mind. She could sense the other person's hesitation and panic. Even in this moment of peace, there was a feeling of being on guard and not daring to relax.

The young girl secretly glanced at Tian Dashuo, whose eyes never left Wenwen, and frowned slightly. She thought his behavior was really unacceptable. Sister Wenwen has a boyfriend, and looking at her like that is annoying.

Although she had witnessed Tian Dashuo's skills, she couldn't be so direct in reminding Liao Yuewei of them.

So the little girl smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Wenwen, my skill is a teddy bear, which can protect me."

Wenwen looked up in surprise at the teddy bear in Cheng Shuang's arms and said enviously, "That's so nice! Little sister, you must take good care of it!"

Cheng Shuang hugged the teddy bear tightly, laughing like a child.

Suddenly, a Tang sword was drawn, its hilt gripped by slender fingers. The sword, white and black, exquisite and cold, was as beautiful as a painting of a lady. Yet, the aura emanating from the blade was as fierce and unstoppable as a beast descending a mountain.

Liao Yuewei said, "My skill is that everything can be a blade."

She turned her head, glanced at Wenwen whose eyes were slightly watery, and silently put the knife away.

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