Song Guangming collapsed into the chair like a puddle of mud. His face was as pale as a freshly whitewashed wall, his lips trembled like leaves in the wind, and his teeth clattered uncontrollably.
He stared at Li Xiu as if looking at a demon risen straight from hell, his eyes filled with profound terror.
His mouth opened, but no sound came out, as if it had been glued shut, his throat gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.
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