The sound of a sharp blade slicing through skin and flesh.
Bai Xiong couldn't believe it as he turned his head.
Before his eyes, Chen Xiao had plunged the knife into his own neck... tracing a curve around his chin, blood sprayed out like a waterfall, and then he collapsed into a pool of blood.
...
He... was dead.
Nonsense, he definitely was dead. And his death was incredibly abrupt, without even a last word! It was as if he had hurriedly called himself here, and then politely greeted him.
"Yo, hello there, I'm about to die."
Then he died...
But what even is this!!! Who does that?
Bai Xiong was utterly bewildered, standing rooted to the spot. He found it absurd, laughable, surreal, inexplicable.
He even thought for a moment it was just a prank, until the gushing blood nearly reached his feet, and the smell of blood jolted him awake. And he realized that the strange guy in front of him was already a corpse.