C188 Dead Ditch Hanged Village

The axe blade fell with a dull thud, mixed with the sound of flesh tearing and blood splattering.

When I thought about the scene of someone squatting beside the wooden stake and using the axe to chop my head, it was like a piece of ice sliding down my spine. My entire body was covered in goosebumps.

At the same time, I was also concerned about the matters of this village