C136 The Art of the Killer

Dou Dou and co. stared at the recliner with wide eyes, but as time passed, the recliner remained unchanged. Dou Dou whispered, "Did it fail?"

Zhou Bingyan was drenched in sweat. She wiped her forehead with her hand and tried again.

"God bless the Yellow Emperor, let me succeed!" She silently said this in her heart.

Suddenly, the chair collapsed, and with a loud crash, Zhou Bingyan collapsed