After hanging up the phone, Lu Jinghao returned to his room in the basement.
Lu Qingjue fell to the ground, covered in dirt.
Thick black blood flowed out of his mouth and nose, and his body kept twitching, which looked very horrifying.
A chill gradually gathered between Lu Jinghao's brows, as if even the air had turned into fine ice.
"what happened?"
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