C127 A Weird Dream Eight(3)

With a bloodthirsty grin etched across his face and a fierce glint in his eyes, Liang Mu raised the pistol in his hand and fired a shot at the forehead of the person before him.

A gunshot echoed, followed by the rise of a crimson orb of blood.

The bullet tore straight through the bloody wound in Liang Mu's right arm, as blood flowed ceaselessly, staining his arm a deep red