As the dagger fell, the bloody fingers and the Blood Spirit Orb had already fallen from Jiang Muyan's body.
Rong Chang remained expressionless, bent down slightly, and picked up the Blood Spirit Pearl from the bright red bloodstains.
After taking back the Blood Spirit Pearl, the world began to turn around again the instant Rong Chang turned around.
Behind him, Jiang Muyan's agonizing scream pierced the sky in an instant.
"Ahhh, my hand, my hand..."
Who chopped off his finger?
A piercing pain shot through him, turning Jiang Muyan deathly pale. The excruciating pain nearly made him faint.
Just then, Rong Shang's faintly laughing voice suddenly broke in from the front.
"Amo, shall we go back?"
Jiang Muyan held his hand, gritted his teeth, and looked at Rong Shang with hatred in his eyes.
Then, I saw that she was holding... the Blood Spirit Orb!
His expression suddenly changed.
It's her!
It must have been her!
He saw it all, so it goes without saying that Yin Mo saw it too.
But then his cold gaze fell on Rong Chang's hand placed at her side, and Yin Mo frowned, his doubts settling in.
What happened?
Wasn't the Blood Spirit Orb taken by Jiang Muyan?
Why...when did Muyu take it back from her brother?
With a flicker in his eyes, Yin Mo's gaze passed through Rong Shang and landed on Jiang Muyan, who was not far behind her.
His furrowed brows tightened even more.
Who chopped off his finger?
There were so many questions in that moment.
But now, seeing Rong Shang walking towards him, Yin Mo still smiled gently and then reached out his hand to her.
But no one expected that at this moment, the man behind them, who had become furious because of his broken finger, suddenly struck out with his palm.
She poured almost all her resentment and hatred into it.
Jiang Muyan's fatal palm strike landed directly on Rong Chang's back.
In an instant, with a "poof," a mouthful of blood gushed out, staining Rong Chang's white robes red.
Rong Chang: You brat, how dare you launch a sneak attack!
Yin Mo's expression changed, and his pupils contracted sharply, "Mu Yu!"
That palm strike came too fast and too dangerously. Rong Chang's face turned pale, and she felt as if her internal organs were being torn apart.
With no strength left in her legs, Rong Shang collapsed and fell into Yin Mo's arms.
"Pastoral language, pastoral language!"
The man's pained and worried voice kept coming to my ears, and his distressed and pained face came into view.
Rong Shang raised the corners of her lips and gave a weak laugh.
The hand, already stained with blood, slowly rose and opened, the Blood Spirit Orb on it emitting a fiery glow.
"Look, the Blood Spirit Orb, I got it back for you."
It hurt so much! Rong Shang winced in pain, blood constantly spilling from her mouth.
The man's cold hand touched her face. "Muyu, don't scare me."
"You'll be alright, you won't."
Rong Chang thought that she probably wouldn't be able to bring a perfect ending to this story in this dimension.
Well, anyway, she and Yin Mo are married today, so her mission can be considered complete.
With great effort, Rong Shang handed the Blood Spirit Orb to Yin Mo, then forced a smile. "Ah Mo, you look better when you have a serious face."
He looks absolutely hideous when he's sad or in pain.
She knew she was trying to make her laugh, but right now, Yin Mo really couldn't laugh.
The murderer was standing right in front of him, but he had lost all interest in taking revenge on Jiang Muyan.
He picked Rong Shang up and said, "Don't say anything, I'll take you to Han Qing right away."
Who knew that in that instant of getting up—
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