Chapter 47. Looking for the Culprit

The sounds of feet scurrying were sounding more and more as time passed. Amon just waited in silence. He completely left the decision to the white-haired man to decide his own fate.

The white-haired man's expression was continuously changing. He was having a tense internal struggle. He must still hold hope of getting out of this situation somehow. Amon gave him time to come to grips with his situation.

The man won't be able to move again in a short time even if he used recovery salve on his wounds. Amon had targeted the ligaments on the white-haired man's limbs when he threw his throwing knives.

Amon stood up, then backed away a bit. The white-haired man was confused at first, but then he heard the sound. He looked back and saw a White Bone Ant crawling slowly at him. The sight of this spirit beast broke all the pride left in him.

"I will tell you! I will tell you! Don't let it take me!" The white-haired man shouted.