"Aaaah! Oh my God, blood!" The people around him were also shocked and shouted.

The girl was so shocked that her eyes were wide open. She just could not believe her eyes. The younger Mr. Walsh's hand was hit by a fork. Was someone helping her out?

The girl hurriedly got up from the ground and hid far away. She was shivering with fear, and she just wanted to leave the party immediately. The younger Mr. Walsh gripped his wrist. He was so afraid that his legs went limp and he fell directly to the ground.

“Blood! Blood! Ah! Why is my right hand so numb? God, I can't lose my hand!” He grunted.

The older Mr. Walsh rushed over from the side at this time. He held his brother's shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? What happened? What's wrong with your hand?"

He turned his head to look around and bellowed, "Who did this? Who did this? Why are you hiding after you did such a thing?"

"Damn it! Turn off the music!!!" The older Mr. Walsh yelled hysterically. The music on the dance floor was finally turned off, and the sudden silence seemed to shroud the entire hall.

around them have all taken a few

no one wanted to get involved in such a bad luck and get

brother. He was so angry that his face was twisted. Maybe all the tendons and veins were broken in his

fork cut through my brother's hand, and we are on the 3rd floor at the International Exhibition Center. Get here as fast as you can!!! Quickly!!!" Mr. Walsh yelled

no one dared to move his hand, and no one dared to pull the fork off. They feared that once

to the buffet, and she took advantage of

picked up a cup of mango Oreo and slowly tasted it

this way, no one

Knowles, you seem to be having a

clear, male voice rang out

she knew it was

ghost, and

can't I? It tastes great. It's delicious.” Joyce did

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255