Lu Shouyue scanned the area and noticed the thief at the door, a sword pierced through his chest, blood gushing from his mouth and nose. It seemed his fate was sealed.
Ahao also noticed the person at his feet, startled by his dying appearance, taking in more breath than letting out.
"This..." Ahao was dumbstruck.
Lu Shouyue quickly assessed the situation in Lin Wanwan's room and naturally noticed the handgun that had fallen beside the dying man and the bullet casing rolling by his foot.
He actually brought a gun and even fired it!
"Did you shoot the gun? Did you hit her?" Lu Shouyue moved forward, grabbed the sword hilt, and shook it.
The intense pain allowed the old ghost a brief moment of clarity. He gazed into Lu Shouyue's bloodshot eyes, pleading, muttering "no, no," but couldn't form a complete sentence.
Amidst their life-and-death struggle, the phone that fell to the side still connected, emitted the anxious voice of the operator.
