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825. Chapter 825 Murder in a secret room

"Dadadada..."

The moment the footsteps sounded, the black shadow flashed and disappeared into the darkness again.

Chuchu lay on the ground, trying hard to sniff the poison. But before she could sniff, she suddenly felt a huge pain like a burning fire in her abdomen. It seemed like a fire started to burn from inside her body, first the heart, then the liver, spleen, and lungs...

She felt a sudden smell of fishyness in her throat, and immediately sprayed a mouthful of black blood.

"Blood..." Chuchu struggled to spit out a word, and felt dizzy in front of her, as if there was a ghost messenger from hell to seduce her soul.

No, she doesn't want to die.

"Dada..." The footsteps were getting closer.

Chuchu seemed to see a trace of light in the boundless darkness, and hope of birth suddenly emerged in her heart. She tried her best to climb forward, heading towards the prison door, hoping to call for help.

Soon, her slender fingers were worn out, and blood spilled out, leaving bright red blood marks on the ground she crawled over.

In front of the door of the prison cell, Chuchu suddenly stopped and could no longer crawl. The blood that emerged from her hands began to turn black and there was a fishy smell.

"No..." Chu Chu shouted in despair, but the voice was in her throat. What she vomited was not crying for help but black blood one after another.

Blood was overflowing from the eyes and ears.

My body also began to itch extremely, and after a scratch, it fell from flesh and blood.

The light in front of him was getting less and less. Chuchu struggled to raise her trembling hands, dipped in the blood left on her body, and wrote something on the ground.

"Dada..." The footsteps stopped abruptly.

A pair of white-faced and satin-like boots appeared at the door of the cell. At this moment, Chuchu's hands were already drooping down, falling on the edge of the shoes. The splashed blood fell on the snow-white shoes, and several charming black flowers instantly opened.

On hand is a big character written in black blood - Concubine.

"Chuchu..." Xin Jiefeng looked at this shocking scene, and his eyes instantly became as dark as the abyss.

Who is it? Who has the ability to hide all the spies set up and sneak into this secret room to poison and kill people?

Xin Jiefeng recalled the report from the Shadow Guard just now. Could it be that the man used the method of striking the east and attacking the west?

"The murderer is not alone, there are cooperation and poisoning... The plan is so damn carefully." Xin Jiefeng suddenly waved a punch for his negligence and hit the wooden door of the cell.

With a "boom", the prison door turned into several pieces and fell to the ground and stacked together.

If he did not personally inform Murong Xitian, but chose to stay, this would never have happened.

"Come!" Xin Jiefeng was stern, and several rapid footsteps were heard soon.

The two people who ran over quickly saw a bloody scene in the cell in the secret room and knelt down together: "The subordinates are negligent, and they deserve to die."

"If you cause such a big disaster, you want to die? That's too cheap. Catch people for me, it's fine if you catch the poisoned person, but you can't catch it... Humph." Xin Jiefeng didn't say how to punish him, but this cold snorkeling was even more terrifying than death.

The two shadow guards instantly felt ashamed and their hearts were completely cold.

King Xiao taught them a little - death is not scary, but living but not choosing life and death is the most scary.

"Why, unwilling?" Xin Jiefeng saw that the two of them didn't say anything and squinted his eyes.
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