If that knife had stabbed into Yang Xiao, he would have been carried away directly.
"Frog" was less than 5 meters away from Yang Xiao, just standing there, motionless, with his huge head rotating slowly like radar, scanning the surroundings bit by bit with his blood-red, horrifying eyes, looking for Yang Xiao's position.
At this moment, Yang Xiao finally made out Frog's full appearance: he was wearing a filthy white lab coat, stained with dirty blood, some of which were still fresh. Yang Xiao's nose twitched slightly; he could smell a faint scent of blood.
Before, when Yang Xiao had been hiding under the bed, he had seen Frog's lower half. Back then, there hadn't been so much blood, which meant that in this period, Frog had killed someone—at least one unlucky soul had died under Frog's scissors.
As time ticked by, Frog showed no signs of leaving. The creature wasn't foolish, knowing someone was hiding nearby.
