The other people who had come along with him were already stunned by this sudden event, but they did not dare to speak rashly.
The child's cry resounded through the entire room, and the child's words made one feel sad.
"Don't cry, houshan, don't cry ..."
Shen Jin Feng's face was already covered in blood, making him look extremely terrifying. However, he seemed to be trying his best to comfort his wailing cousin in front of him. He no longer cried out in pain like before, but instead forced himself to put on a strong appearance,
"I'm not in pain anymore ..."
As he spoke, he spat out another large mouthful of blood, dyeing his dudou red.
The blood that he spat out turned into black threads that pierced through his dudou and into his chest.
His body began to shrivel, and a terrifying memory finally came to his mind.
"Houshan, run!"
At the critical moment, the child suddenly screamed.
