Just as Wu Xie held his breath watching Xiaohua's retreating figure grow more and distant, danger crept up beside him in the quiet.
Zhang Haike's knife shot out from his waist with a sharp *whoosh*, heading straight toward Wu Xie's feet. Caught completely off guard, Wu Xie gave a violent start, a thin layer of cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead.
His eyes instinctively dropped downward. Lying right there on the ground was a Pheasant-necked Snake with its head blown clean apart.
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