Days of licking blood off a knife edge, there's something to that.
If you're ruthless enough, decisive enough, then you're licking someone else's blood.
If you mix in the underworld with an indecisive nature, you can only wash your neck clean and wait to die.
Licking blood?
There's no chance to lick your own blood.
The person's dead.
Xiao Yu doesn't feel any cruelty in threatening a kid and an old man.
Being too merciful to others is being cruel to yourself.
Mr. Gu Sr. glanced at a scared Cai Xiaowen, then at the half-hearted Wen Ran, and felt darkness in front of his eyes. The road ahead was endless, but he didn't know where to go.
Averting his face, the old man pitifully fell silent.
Xiao Yu knew that was enough.
No refusal meant cooperation in action.
The tomb robbers soon caught prey, lit fires for roasting and ate and drank their fill, then extinguished the fire; it only took fifty minutes.
After a short rest, the group quickly set off again.
