When the unlucky fellow picked up the short knife, he had more or less noticed it. Although he didn't see it clearly, he knew something.
Huang SI's face turned ashen. It was actually because of a broken knife?
If that unlucky guy hadn't died, Huang si would have killed him by now!
The people who had died before also had weapons. Even if they were not suitable, it was not impossible to make do with it, right? Why did he come here to pick up the short knife? He really deserved to die!
However, Huang si couldn't say these words no matter what. He couldn't vent the anger in his heart, so his expression was as ugly as it could be.
The body on the ground quickly shriveled and withered, almost at a speed visible to the naked eye, from a normal person to a dry corpse. Then, a dark and transparent centipede showed its head slightly, but quickly retracted.
Everyone who saw it took a few steps back subconsciously, afraid that they would become the next dried corpse!
