Chapter 1867 Death

“How did someone fall from the building all of a sudden? The man and the woman were embracing each other when they fell, so they’re probably both dead, right?” “Look at how terrible they look… They fell from so high up, do you think they can still be saved…?” Each and every word that was uttered was like a sharp knife stabbing mercilessly into his chest. For a moment, Mark even found it difficult to breathe. He had desperately hoped that it was all just a ruse by Mateo to attract his attention. However, the moment he saw matted black mane drenched in the sea of blood, he stopped in his tracks. In that instant, despair hit him like a train and he rushed forwards in a crazed state. The onlookers did not dare to go too close, so they had only formed a circle at the surroundings. When Mark entered the inner circle, someone grabbed onto him. “They’re in a terrible state from their fall, so why are you trying to get so close? Don’t you know it’s bad luck to look at too much blood?” How