"Hehehehe..." The woman cackled, seemingly unconcerned about the injury on her head.
She parted her long hair and smiled at Lin Xin.
The face, almost entirely decayed, left only two eyeballs moving, both filled with dense death and despair.
"Not going to speak?"
Lin Xin lifted her up with one hand, dangling her in front of him.
"Aren't... you afraid of me?"
The woman laughed maniacally, as foul-smelling pus continuously dripped down her body.
Crack!
In an instant, a black light flashed.
Lin Xin's entire mouth suddenly expanded to dozens of times its size, and he bit forward fiercely.
The woman's upper body was directly halved, leaving only the lower half dropping to the ground, powerless in the hallway.
"Then die if you won't talk."
Lin Xin wiped his mouth.
Another flash of black light, and the mouth's shadow swiftly cut through, leaving no trace of the remaining half of the body.
He walked slowly forward along the passage.
