In the midst of pain, Sha Meihui turned the muzzle around. Wen Chongxian tried to grab Sha Meihui's gun-wielding right hand, but it was too late. After two shots, one grazed Sha Meihui's own face and hit the room's ceiling, while the other wounded Wen Chongxian's left arm.
"You bitch, die!" Wen Chongxian swung his right arm and smashed his elbow into Sha Meihui's face, snatching the gun and pressing it against her stomach. His eyes filled with murderous intent, he pulled the trigger, but to his surprise, no bullet fired—the gun was out of bullets.
The time was nearing midnight. Wen Chongxian threw down the gun and quickly started crawling toward the room door. He wanted to get out of there, since according to Yang Xiao's previous analysis, if there were no phone calls tonight, the ghost would come looking for Sha Meihui, and he didn't want to be an innocent casualty.