Beggings for mercy spread in the square. However, Ghost Elder didn't even look at them. Instead, he gazed at those forty men who were still standing upright and asked with interest, "Are you not afraid of death?"
One of the men snorted. "I don't beg for mercy even if I'm afraid of death! Even if you want to kill or cut my flesh, you can do as you please."
"Isn't it just death? What's the big deal? " Another man also spoke without a trace of fear in his eyes.
Another man with a tough and stocky build also said loudly, "I knew I was going to die early, but I didn't expect to end up dying of these little snakes. It really irks me!"
Feng Jiu looked at these people and then looked back at Ghost Elder. Her heart moved. It seemed that these people really had a chance of survival.
