Leng Yuan noticed Yun Hao's gaze and looked up, his own eyes cold and filled with a warning.
When Yun Hao met his gaze, he couldn't help but recall the image of Leng Yuan slicing halfway through the wild boar's neck with a sickle. The stench of blood on his face suddenly seemed more unbearable, and leaning on Hu Ziqiang, he dry-heaved a few times.
He didn't dare to look Leng Yuan in the eye, not even mustering the courage to glance in his direction.
"Ziqiang, help me back to the dorm!"
He didn't dare to stay any longer.
In his current wretched state, staying would only serve to make Leng Yuan look better by comparison.
At this thought, Yun Hao wished he could flee immediately and forget the humiliating scene from moments before.
Hu Ziqiang didn't understand his friend's urgency. Worried about aggravating his injuries, he walked the short distance exceptionally slowly.
Yun Hao: …
