His heart had never been colder, and his death had never been clearer. His every organ, from his fingers to internal organs, did not seem to belong to him anymore. All the senses over his body were gone, except for the hotness and stinging when his blood was spraying into the air through his carotid artery!
Right when the world before the fatty's eyes was about to fall into an infinite abyss, his neck suddenly ached, and the bloody was stopped abruptly.
Huchi! Huchi! Huchi! Huchi!
The fatty breathed heavily, with cold sweat popping up nonstop. His lips were still dry and withered, and his body was trembling.
He knew that he was still on the verge of death. If his blood was to be released for a couple of more seconds, he would certainly die from the blood loss.
Tides of darkness came at him, and he felt as if he was about to pass out.
