In the dim shed, Gu Jiuyao sat on the ground. Her red attire was strikingly dazzling, but her face was marred with countless wounds, fresh and bloody.,Rage flooded out like a torrent, staining her eyes with bone-deep hatred.,Gu Jiuyao's mind was buzzing, unable to hear any other sounds. Deep in her mind, there was only one voice, constantly echoing.。