It was clear they had suffered a lot. Jian Ning sighed, used her sword to lift the blanket and cover them both, then turned and went to another room.

The three girls in the room, though disheveled, were all alive, bound tightly with ropes, and lay on the bed, their bodies ice-cold.

Seeing Jian Ning enter, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Jian Ning didn't say anything. Dressed like this, they wouldn't recognize her even if she walked down the street. She simply cut the rope with her sword and turned to leave.

Whether they live or die is up to their own fate. She can't worry about that.

After going downstairs, they disappeared in a few flashes.

This time I went straight to the China World Trade Center area, but before I even got there, I saw many people working outside from afar. There were also quite a few military personnel. So I didn't go over.

I just killed someone, so I'm bound to have some blood on me. It's best not to go and join the fun.

She untied the scarf from her head and just took off the hood of her down jacket.

Someone nearby exclaimed in surprise, "Ningning! It really is you!" Immediately afterward, a girl wearing a beige long coat ran over excitedly and grabbed Jian Ning's arm.

"Xueying. What are you doing here?"

Jian Ning recognized the petite, sweet, and adorable girl at a glance: Lin Xueying, her best friend from her past life, her childhood neighbor, and her classmate from elementary to high school.

It was she who, when the original owner was at her most helpless, personally stabbed the cold tip of a knife into the original owner's body, and even stirred it a few times, fearing that she wouldn't die completely.

The reason is simple: just to make Miao Xin happy so she can get more food, or perhaps there's some other reason she doesn't know.