Getting closer and closer.
The broken knife blade was getting closer and closer to her.
Zheng Chuyi's face became paler and paler, her eyes widened more and more, creating a fearsome visage when paired with the grotesque long scar on her face.
"Ah—" In panic, she could no longer remain composed and let out a scream of horror.
However, before the scream could fully escape her throat, her body rapidly fell backward, blood scattering in all directions.
"Chuyi!" the Elder shrieked, his voice filled with grief.
With a "bang!" Zheng Chuyi fell to the floor, a glinting knife blade embedded in her forehead, her eyes wide open like copper bells. But there was no longer any focus in them.
Her eyes were wide open.
Like copper bells, she already looked like a dead person.
"Chuyi, Chuyi!" the Elder leaped forward, cradling Zheng Chuyi in his arms and wailing mournfully.