“Huh, it looks like there’s a hidden weapon in Hong Niangzi’s chest too,” Zhu Qingruo blinked, confirming that she wasn’t mistaken. Hong Niangzi’s chest had indeed been hit by a hidden weapon, and she was bleeding a lot.
"Didn't she say she died from the backlash of her own witchcraft, which exhausted her vital energy? This looks like she was killed by a hidden weapon."
Zhu Lin raised her eyes and glanced at the Red Maiden on the ground, her voice as calm as ever, "Just now, my senior brothers were under her spell. She wanted to kill them at the last moment, but I stopped her in time. This woman suffered a great shock, her mind is not quite right, and she has psychological problems. She is talking incoherently, so her words cannot be trusted."
"Does witchcraft even exist in this world? It should, right? Didn't Hong Niangzi use it just now?" Zhu Qingruo felt confused and looked suspicious.
“Of course there are, but as long as you are determined, it is difficult for others to use witchcraft on you,” Zhu Chumo said, taking on the role of explainer again. “Usually, people use witchcraft to try to get information out of others, to find out about their past or some secrets. This matchmaker is different. She has psychological problems, so she takes people into her past, lets them feel her past pain, and then kills them in the end.”
Zhu Qiuyu briefly told Zhu Qingruo and the others about Hong Niangzi's plight. Zhu Qingruo sighed, "She's a pitiful person. She was forced into a state where she was neither human nor ghost, and eventually became a demon."
"There are no gods or demons in this world, only people of all kinds of temperaments. Everything is done by people; people are the masters." Zhu Chumo once again wore an inscrutable expression.
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