An Yan quickly stepped forward and saw Mu Qianfan tucking the note into his palm.
"Third brother, did you find the note in the car? What does it say?"
Mu Qianfan shook his head, "No, I had it in my pocket before." Saying so, he prepared to put the note back in his pocket.
An Yan grabbed his wrist, very serious, "I want to see."
Mu Qianfan clenched his fist and refused to let go, "Really, it's nothing. Don't be nervous. If there were any clues, wouldn't I tell you?"
"Fine, but don't hide anything from me if something's up." An Yan released his hand.
Mu Qianfan's tense nerves relaxed, and just as he was about to put it back in his pocket, An Yan snatched the note from his hand.
She stretched it out to see a line written in blood-red ink: Taste the flavor of one corpse, two lives!
An Yan felt darkness before her eyes and abruptly closed them.
Fu Shiyan wrapped his arms around her waist, afraid she wouldn't be able to stand steadily.