In the hall, everyone couldn't help but feel a deep sense of fear.
Even, their legs went soft!
But after all, they were killers who licked blood off their knife-edges, so they calmed down, gritted their teeth, and pulled a face of ferocious evil.
That little sixth, with his long, bloody knife tucked under his arm, pulled it out forcefully and wiped the blood off it.
He pointed at Shen Zhou and chuckled, "You're the one who messed up our plan. 'There's a road to heaven that you won't take, there's no door to hell yet you charge in!' You will stay here forever, what do you say—"
"Should I bury you underground or press you into the wall?"
Although the words were vicious and malicious, for Shen Zhou, they were as idle as a child's threats.
He merely glanced at the corpse lying on the ground and shook his head slowly. "You were a good nanny, but you've ended up like this. You shouldn't take money that doesn't belong to you."
He looked at the people in the hall.
