"That's right, quickly check if he still has any breath!" Ouyang Zhi's voice sounded coldly, devoid of emotion and warmth. Yet, the tone was somewhat hurried, as if anxious about something.
At this moment, Chen Menglu was flustered and at a loss, naturally unable to sense Ouyang Zhi's urgency.
She slowly crouched down, and then slowly reached out her hand towards the Old King.
The Old King still had his eyes open, still motionless; his body seemed to be stiffening. Beneath his head, the carpet was soaked with blood, and it appeared to still be bleeding.
The more Chen Menglu looked, the more frightened she became, her heart filled with panic and fear, yet devoid of regret or guilt, something she herself hadn't realized.
All she wanted now was to settle the situation quickly and escape this horrifying place fast.
So, she swiftly reached her hand under the Old King's nose, pausing for a few seconds.
