This time, there was none of the previous calm; everyone had an anxious look on their face and didn't dare to hesitate, jumping straight down.
Even Zhao Guo'an, who was always afraid of heights, looked eager at this moment.
Looking down, he glanced at the blood-covered one-eyed man. Zhao Guo'an clasped his hands together and silently recited in his heart, "Brother, since you're dead anyway, just make one more contribution, as a repayment, I'll burn more paper money for you.
Even though... I don't know your name, it doesn't matter, you can give me a dream, please, please."
After the silent prayer, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, grabbed the steel whip tossed over by Lin Zhiyan, and jumped down, accurately stepping on the one-eyed man's stomach.
"Ugh..."
The one-eyed man, who had his eyes closed, opened them again and spat out another mouthful of black blood, his head slanting to the side, this time truly dead.
Zhao Guo'an was stunned, was this guy not dead earlier?
