Before Feng Ju could even respond, that sallow old face drifted into the darkness behind him, as if it had never appeared, leaving only those eerie words echoing in his ears.
Fast! Too fast! So fast that the mind couldn't keep up!
Feng Ju felt an extremely slight sensation on the side of his neck, as if bitten by an insect.
In the next moment—
"Ugh... heh heh..."
A broken, breezy sound uncontrollably squeezed from the depths of his throat.
Thick black blood instantly spurted from his neck, splattering his face.
He suddenly widened his eyes, his fingers clutching his throat desperately.
He then realized his windpipe had been cut, and a sinister, venomous power surged into his bloodstream through the wound, sweeping through his body with each breath.
Veins bulged like earthworms on his face, and his lips oozed black and purple.
"Thud!"
