章節 75: Dog's Blood over Face

"What… What do you want to do?" Seeing Yi Yun walk over, Lian Cuihua screamed. "You little bastard, you contracted the plague. Do you plan to spread it to the people?" Lian Cuihua was not someone to be trifled with. Seeing Yi Yun suddenly becoming so terrifying, she quickly thought of Yi Yun contracting the plague, and began shouting, hoping to be reinforced by the crowd.

"My fellow folks, this little bastard must have been possessed after he died, or he would not be so powerful. Have you forgotten that he was possessed? Right!" Lian Cuihua suddenly thought of something and quickly squeezed through the crowd.

"Move away, move the f**k away!"

Running out, and when she returned, she had a wooden bucket in her hand.

Looking at Yi Yun, an insidious smile flashed across her face.