Yang Zhide's shoulder was still bleeding, and because of the pain, his facial features were twisted together. Tears and mucus made him look even uglier.
"No… don't kill me. I can tell you anything you want to know, as long as you don't kill me," Yang Zhide said with a trembling voice.
Chu Mu walked up to Yang Zhide and looked at his always disgusting face now begging for his life like an old dog. A smile appeared on his face, but it only made Yang Zhide feel even more terrified.
…
…
"Ahh!!!!!"
In the jungle, Chu Mu raised his dagger with one hand and mercilessly stabbed it into Yang Zhide's forehead!!
As he withdrew the dagger, a gruesome bloody hole appeared on Yang Zhide's forehead. Yang Zhide's eyes bulged in terror and his mouth hung open as his skull slowly tilted backward. Perhaps he never imagined that he would die under Chu Mu's dagger!
"Woo woo woo~~~~~~~"
