"Did I allow you to stand up?"
The white-skinned man coldly reprimanded, "Kneel down!"
Wu Shitong, after all, was also a figure with self-respect, unwilling to kneel, but the pain in his body made him afraid to stand, so he simply collapsed on the ground.
"Heh!"
The white-skinned man laughed mockingly, flicking his whip.
Swish!
The whip coiled around Wu Shitong's arm, and with a forceful pull from the white-skinned man, Wu was thrown out, rolling along the ground.
Snap!
The white-skinned man snapped his fingers, and the motionless zombies immediately roared and lunged at Wu Shitong.
"Don't kill me!"
"No!"
"Help me!"
"Nephew Lin!"
Wu Shitong screamed bitterly under the zombies' bites.
"Is torturing people so interesting?"
Lin Baici didn't save Wu Shitong because even if he saved him now, when he fought the white-skinned man later, with no one to help, Wu would still die.
"Torturing people is not interesting!"
