It was very uncomfortable.
"Thank you for your help." Although Zhao Yinghao had always had considerable opinions about his elder brother, after all, he has just saved his life.
"Younger brother, you can take a break. I still have something to do." The tall, thin man smiled at the strong man lying on the ground. "Let's have a talk."
A cold wind blew. In the middle of the forest, a man looked at the fingers that were exposed their bones. His body was shaking like a sieve. It was partially from fear, but mostly because of pain. In the face of such a situation, it was impossible to not be afraid. Most people would fear death, especially a terrible way of death.
"Say it." The tall, thin man took the cotton cloth away from his mouth and spit out a bit of blood. Hey, it's OK man, I like it."
