Chuzheng could have never imagined that the Bastard really had the ability to bring her back here again.
Without any preparation at all!!
Damn thing!!
This is too much!
At that moment, Chuzheng was sitting amidst a pile of corpses, her gaze meeting the wide-open eyes of one. Without any expression, she closed them for him.
She found a knife on an adjacent body, and without hesitation, slashed her own wrist.
Blood flowed down her wrist, drip by drip.
Drip, drop... drip, drop...
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The familiar formula, the familiar sensation.
Damn thing!
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Chuzheng was certain she was still unable to leave this world; she cursed the King's Account bitterly in her heart but remained composed in her actions.
She climbed out from the pile of corpses and stood over a... Pit of Ten Thousand??
Is it really necessary to start off this horrifying?
