The blood from Wu Mao's heart sprayed onto Chen Lusi's face, onto the faces and white-haired beards of his companions behind him, and onto the ground... shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight.
The thick blood, which was originally merely warm to the touch, now felt like scalding oil droplets, burning the skin of Wu Mao's companions, as if trying to bore a hole.
So hot... they dared not move.
Chen Lusi grasped Wu Mao's neck with one hand and held his still-weakly attached heart with the other. Thick blood continuously flowed down his fingers, slowly dripping onto the ground.
After questioning the dying Wu Mao, he looked at the other six behind him. With a hint of blood on his face, a faint red glow seemed to emanate from the corner of his eye, like a demon god.
The surrounding area was silent as death.
"Since you won't speak, then let me speak."
