When the voice sounded in her ears, the image of an old man with a long white beard appeared inexplicably in Chu Wuyao's mind.
Although there was no one else in the house apart from her and the cowardly man on the ground, Chu Wuyao wasn't surprised to hear this voice.
She understood that it was not coming from a person, but from the piece of metal in her palm.
Since it was the first time that she had seen an otherwise dead object having intelligence, Chu Wuyao found it a little strange.
However, she quickly suppressed her thoughts and was about to answer, when her gaze landed on the man on the ground.
At this time, the man's abdomen had sunk in and he had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his head was raised and he staring at her with a look of desperation, mixed with a hint of hope.
"Go to sleep.", Chu Wuyao whispered and then, without any hesitation, she hit him on the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.