Qi Xiaojin opened her eyes and immediately saw a WeChat message.
Her originally cold expression couldn't help but soften.
She gently rubbed her finger over Fang Yu's WeChat profile picture.
Fang Yu's profile picture was his personal graduation photo.
It was filled with a youthful, beaming smile.
Qi Xiaojin hoped that this kind of smile could remain on Fang Yu's face forever.
She typed in a message.
"Don't worry, everything's fine, I'm here."
Hospital deaths, doors closing.
It was the Dead Silence Spirit growing and developing.
A scale of 30 people, it's probably grown another step.
Now, how long is the death countdown of Dead Silence Spirit? A day and a half? Or two days?
Qi Xiaojin wasn't sure.
She felt the pressure; although she tried to catch up vigorously, compared to such spirits, her growth rate was still a bit slower.
As for the Murderer, such a minor character was not even in her consideration.
Just the security alone was enough to handle such a person.
