Gu Yuze took a look at the man.
He was small and slight, almost fragile. Perhaps it was his natural build, or maybe it was caused by the lack of sunlight after being confined here. His skin was ashen, with a faint cyan glow, making people feel the blood vessels squirming beneath the surface, looking disturbingly alive.
He sat there motionless, and although he appeared to be quiet and harmless, there was an unmistakable darkness radiating from him.
Malice.
"So what do you think? Is he or is he not?" Su Renshu asked, creeping closer to Gu Yuze.
Wen Anya was still asking him question with one hand on the table while the other hand was still gripping Su Renshu tightly under the table.
"I didn't kill anyone." Rong Zixu spoke suddenly and without warning, as if he had just woken up from a long dream.
