C337 Bleeding Without Crying

Fresh blood oozed out of the triangular-shaped rake like a waterskin, black in the night, black and red in color.

This gurgling blood felt somewhat hot to the touch. The scoundrel from before tightly gripped Chen Mu's left wrist with both of his hands as he stared at Chen Mu with disbelief written all over his face.

That person would have never dreamed that this seemingly ordinary