The icy night wind swept through the blood-spattered ruins of the abandoned kiln site, letting out a mournful wail as if lamenting the carnage strewn across the ground.
"Urgh..." Wu Meng's mountain-like mutilated corpse twitched, and his last flicker of life slipped away completely through the horrific indentation in his temple.
His vacant pupils reflected the leaden sky, frozen in terror and resentment. Blood mixed with brain matter silently pooled beneath him, like a deformed blossom blooming on the edge of hell.
Chapter 134