"Snap."
Shen Yan spun around with a kick, flipping Suo Min onto the ground, and twisted her fingers so that the blade she wore dug viciously into the side of her neck.
Blood spattered!
The closeness of death made Suo Min tremble all over, her face turning deathly pale.
This taste of fear, experienced once again after two years, caused her pupils to dilate uncontrollably!
"Shen Yan… you're Shen Yan!"
Her throat seemed to be leaking air, making a flapping sound like a bellows.
Shen Yan looked down and called out indifferently, "Suo Min."
Suo Min's pupils widened!
Her body shook uncontrollably.
Shen Yan pressed her fingers downward.
The blood flowed even faster.
"You are Shen Yan, you're dead, you turned into a pile of mud, you couldn't possibly still be alive, are you a ghost..."
