Liang Xin'an was startled, and at that moment, Jiang Qian's facial features suddenly began to melt.
No mistake.
They were melting.
His eyebrows, eyes, and nose quickly softened and collapsed.
Only that mouth remained open, emitting a chilling laugh.
"Heh heh heh heh heh..."
But at that moment, a loud gunshot suddenly rang out from within the tent.
Half of "Jiang Qian's" head was blown apart, and then Liang Xin'an, holding a massive firearm, fired again.
Boom!
The remaining half of Jiang Qian's head was also blown to pieces.
Only then did Liang Xin'an coldly say, "What's so funny? Don't you know your laughter is quite unpleasant!"
Jiang Qian's corpse fell to the ground, still trembling incessantly.
Only then did Liang Xin'an breathe a slight sigh of relief.
He had felt something was wrong, so after returning to the camp, he borrowed this firearm from Jing Rou for self-defense, not expecting it would come in handy so soon.
