"I really can't remember the place, I only remember passing by a building, that, that building had a round big eye on top, other than that, I really don't know anything else. Please, I'm begging you, let me go!"
Yu Lingqian's hand went up and his knife came down.
The man shuddered all over, and a pale yellow liquid spread from beneath him.
A fishy, foul smell spread through the air.
The Swiss Army Knife fell in front of the man, enough to scare him into incontinence.
Yu Lingqian stood up, coldly watching the man on the ground start convulsing due to severe blood loss.
People, when under extreme fear, find it very difficult to lie.
Yu Lingqian, with a cold face, turned around indifferently and left.
The man convulsed on the ground, his blurred vision lifting to see Gu Yichen.
He desperately crawled towards him, leaving a trail of blood, "Save, save me... call an ambulance, call an ambulance..."
