The fear carved into his soul welled up.
The man forced a smile.
He didn't know how long this smile had hung on his lips, even under such circumstances, its curve was precisely measured.
"Good, you're very obedient." The man in green patted his head: "But this month's death quota is already full. You have no chance."
His voice was extremely gentle, yet the man shivered violently.
The smile persisted on his face, but his eyes were filled with despair: "Immortal Master, I beg you, let me die! Let me die!"
He seemed to have gone crazy, knocking his head heavily against the ground repeatedly.
Hu Jiuling was completely bewildered.
Regarding the Mortal World, he had only been to Beilin State once.
The people of Beilin State, even when falling into such a predicament, even while living under the constant fear of death, still struggled to survive.
But what about these people of Qing City?
They appeared so happy, yet each one...only wanted to die?
