chapter 18 Teach you how to kill (2)

There was a sharp pain in the wound on my back.

Yves Nixon reached out to touch the area on her lower back, which was wet and warm. She turned over, stumbled to her feet, and leaned on the grain pile. Grass roots pricked her back, itching and hurting. She lowered her head and found that The knife is stuck in the haystack and can be pulled out at any time.

Yves Nixon raised his hands and looked at them. His palms were all scarlet, and he didn't know whose blood it was.

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