C812 The Third Level

In the dark room, Yun Siyu and Xiaowu were sitting on the stairs in a daze. Qin Biao had been put back into the ground, and the fake Qin Biao's head was still on the ground. The blood on his face had long dried up, and his face still carried the last bit of fear before his death.

Ever since she had taken care of Fake Qin Biao