Facing the sharp knife Wen Shi was stabbing, Fang Xiaocao suddenly calmed down.
The blade was very cold, less than three meters from Fang Xiaocao's brow, causing an instinctive stress response in her body, with hairs standing on end and goosebumps all over.
But at this moment, Fang Xiaocao was the calmest, she stopped struggling and even took the opportunity to observe the abnormality in Wen Shi.
Wen Shi's state was clearly very wrong.
His eyes were wide open, but his pupils were not focused.
They looked hollow and lifeless.
Even more terrifying than the eyes of a dead person.
His limbs were extremely uncoordinated, the action of wielding the knife was somewhat jerky, stiff like a marionette.
"Hehe..."
"I understand now!"
With a cold laugh, Fang Xiaocao lifted her leg and, using her buttocks as the pivot, fiercely swept towards Wen Shi when the sharp knife was less than two meters away.
