A tall and slender figure was curled up in the darkness, red blood constantly flowing from it.
It was only now that Xia Fan and Traveling Buddha got a good look at Sramana's appearance. This psychologically deranged person had empty eyes and a cold face.
Sramana stuck out his tongue and licked at the blood around his lips.
Even though Xia Fan had left him covered with wounds, Sramana remained emotionless. There existed no emotion in his heart, so his face naturally had nothing to show.
Traveling Buddha grabbed Sramana by the neck and raised him into the air like one would a dying snake. He them slammed Sramana into the ground with a bang.
"Kill him," Traveling Buddha said.
Xia Fan shook his head. Now wasn't the time, for while the criminal had been captured, the truth had yet to be revealed. Xia Fan's personality was such that he couldn't rest until he got to the bottom of the truth.
Xia Fan squatted down and looked into Sramana's eyes.
