Yarin's POV:
I didn't expect to give myself away in such a place. I was annoyed and felt that these people were meticulous. They could find clues from an ordinary bird. No wonder they could sweep away their traces so cleanly.
"Cut the crap and kill him." Tilda glared at her companion. "If you want to study someone, go study the corpse. Don't get us into trouble."
"You're so heartless. We've worked together for so long. I thought you would at least have some basic patience with me!" Ram complained exaggeratedly, then looked at me with a smile. "Did you hear that, sir? It's a pity we can't get to know each other better. We're in a hurry!"
When he finished speaking, he pounced on me with a scalpel. I immediately scattered in all directions. Although I was not in human form, I still have a mortal body. The knife would still damage my flesh when it cut me.
