Jin Jiuchi gasped when he felt the tight pressure cutting off his airway.
Shen Nianzu had not held back his strength at all as if he wanted to intimidate Jin Jiuchi into compliance. Jin Jiuchi couldn't breathe, and the lack of oxygen was making his pulse jump like crazy. Black speckles danced across his vision, his face flushing a bright crimson. The exhilaration of teetering on the edge of death gave him a newfound excitement, it was comparable to the feeling when he had just been released from the asylum to embrace the freedom he had always yearned for.
His fingers spasmed, and without a warning, he burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter. "Hahahahaha!!"
Caught off guard, Shen Nianzu's grip on him involuntarily loosened and the sudden surge of fresh air down his throat caused Jin Jiuchi to choke and cough. Even then, he couldn't seem to stop his laughter.
