Nine lives.

I sat paralyzed on the edge of the deserted valley, ignoring the crisscrossed wounds on my arm.

I took out my phone from the vacuum bag and called my dad.

My dad arrived faster than I imagined.

"He pushed you down?"

My dad spoke while opening the suitcase.

His hands trembled slightly.

I sighed, still haunted by everything that just happened.

I turned to look at the suitcase.

The preservation effect was unexpectedly good.

There were hardly any obvious lividity spots or rigor mortis on Liu Ailing's body.

I took a stone and replicated the same wounds as mine on Liu Ailing's arm.

After unlocking the phone with her fingerprints, I put her ID card and phone in her pocket.

Finally.

I destroyed her face.

Unexpected events and opportunities, it's hard to differentiate which came first.

Just as I finished closing the suitcase, a familiar voice sounded behind me.

"Zhao Yuan?"

My nerves froze.

I heard the creaking sound of bones as my neck twisted.

If it wasn't for my high school classmate, Gao Xiu, who else could it be? She was wearing a mountain-climbing outfit with her hair tied up in a ponytail.

Her gaze fell upon the unrecognizable face of Liu Ailing's body.

My father was a step too late in blocking the path between me and Liu Ailing.

"Gao Xiu, there is a reason behind this, you..."

Gao Xiu walked over, her eyebrows and eyes familiar but now displaying a newfound determination.