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The Emerald House

15

"Did you throw him to death?" asked Wendy worriedly.

I had the same worry. It was an emergency, and I didn't have time to consider the consequences.

Her question reminded me of the strange feeling when I fought with the man just now.

The madman's body was abnormally light. It didn't seem to be made up of flesh and blood. It was terribly hard to touch as if there were no muscles or fat under his skin but bones. Moreover, the crisp cracking sound of his broken bones was more like the sound of wood being broken by force.

"I don't care. The madman deserves to die..."

I started the car and changed the gear. Because I was in a hurry, I accidentally smashed the wooden door into pieces.

But I guessed the man on the ground had no complaint about it.

After leaving the yard, I turned the car around and was about to speed up to drive out of the yard.

But Wendy suddenly stopped me and said, "Wait a minute. My bag is over there. My ID card and phone are in it..."