Yun Qiuhong instinctively covered her face and was about to scream.
Suddenly, another dark shadow lunged out. It started grappling with the white shadow.
The dark shadow had clearly been hit several times; its body was hunched, with several large flesh bulges on it, looking quite disgusting. Its eyes were bloodshot, and its pale face was crisscrossed with green veins; the sparse hair on its head was comically tied into a small bun with a hair tie.
The two seemed like lifelong enemies, grappling with nails and biting with mouths.
As they fought, the white ghost shadow gained the upper hand, kicking away the dark shadow, and a face, flowing with bloody tears, lunged straight at Yun Qiuhong.
"Who told you to save him, let him die, let him die..."
Yun Qiuhong staggered, nearly tripping over her own high heels.
