The person lying on the ground was Yu Pengliang. His face was filled with terror, and he was clutching his neck with both hands, but blood still streamed out from between his fingers.

He tried to speak, but no sound came out, only a hissing noise. Blood gurgled from the corners of his mouth.

Soon, his head tilted to the side, his hands fell limp, and he stopped moving.

"Murder... there's been a murder!"