The moment Qi Si stabbed the blade into Chang Xu's neck, Zou Yan's eyes widened.
And her expression was also frozen at this moment.
In other words, in the entire space, the behavior, development, and modality of everyone, things, and things are frozen at this moment.
The blood splattered on the shirt precipitated from between the fibers, turning into blood beads and flying back to the wound on the corpse's neck.
The pools of blood on the steps flowed backwards, shrinking into a small puddle and pouring back into the blood vessels.
The corpse on its knees stood in a strange posture, step by step retreating along the trajectory it had walked before, like a movie played backwards.
Qi Si looked at Chang Xu's pale face after losing blood, the color of a living person, and his tall and thi
