The sound became clearer and clearer. Yan Qing heard a woman's voice, and it turned out to be an old acquaintance.
Wen Jiajia's voice was filled with smugness. "Give me the things, let us out, and then we'll be even."
A man's voice answered her, "You wish!"
As soon as the voice came out, Yan Qing immediately nodded to Yue Qi. That's right, he was the owner of the clothing store, the handsome man.
Yan Qing secretly poked a hole in the window paper with her finger and looked into the main hall.
The first thing you see is the huge golden statue of a lotus boy in the center of the main hall. The chubby, fair-skinned boy is very endearing.
She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she always felt that the golden statue exuded an evil aura and had no trace of the compassionate and merciful spirit of a deity.
In front of the statue, at the altar, four people were divided into two groups facing each other.
Sun Jue held a bloodstained awl in his hand and tightly gripped the neck of a woman in red with the other. Beside him, Wen Jiajia stood with a bowl of water, looking quite relaxed and at ease.
Across from them stood only the clothing store owner, but he looked quite unwell.
Not only was his entire body covered in various injuries, but what was even worse was that one of his arms had disappeared. Bright red blood flowed down his sleeve, splattering a small patch of blood on the ground.
The clothing store owner was deathly pale. She stared intently at Wen Jiajia's face and said, word by word:
"What—you—want—to—do—it—!"
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