After speaking, Yang Xiao pulled out the Ghost Bamboo Stick with a reverse grip, placing this long-time companion before his face, leaned in, closed his eyes, and inhaled as if in ecstasy, enjoying the stick's lingering pleasant scent of blood.
Ever since he got the Ring-Headed Saber, he hadn't used the Ghost Bamboo Stick for a long time. Speaking of it, he really missed that feeling of spreading human flesh open, that unique impact that intoxicated him.
"Whack!"
Raising his hand, Yang Xiao swung the stick, and the next second, the bloody scent suddenly spread, wafting back and forth in the relatively small and dark interrogation room.
Zhao Junhong's right arm was shattered by this blow, the blood, flesh, tendons, blood vessels, bones, and all were evenly smeared on the wall behind him. Upon closer inspection, one could still see dark red fluid slowly flowing through the blood vessels.
