Strange chanting had lingered nearby for quite a while before finally departing, and by this moment, the foreheads of the four people in the room were already covered with cold sweat.
As the chanter left, the girl released her hold, and Yang Xiao took the opportunity to lower his voice, "What the hell was that outside?"
The girl turned on her flashlight and used the beam to guide him, Yang Xiao was surprised to discover there were more people in the room.
Two men's bodies lay on the ground, both dressed in black suits, with their throats neatly slit.
Near the window, another man was tied to a chair with a black bag over his head, also in a black suit, his head hanging down, his condition unknown.
"Miss Qi, let's take this chance to protect you and leave," said the man in black sunglasses, loyally standing by the door.
Yang Xiao and Fu Qingzhu were both stunned, their gazes turning playful as they looked at the girl, "Miss Qi?"