"That means—"
Feng Mu's voice suddenly became as light as a wisp of smoke,
"When you climb upwards with your feet off the ground..."
He slowly tilted his head back, the split on his forehead resembling a pomegranate struck by an axe, blood beads rolled down along his eyelashes, blooming into crimson flowers over his chilling teeth.
That face remained frighteningly calm, like it wore a blood-soaked mask, all emotions drained away, leaving behind a terrifying... emptiness!
"Once you fall—"
His tongue caught a dripping blood bead,
"You'll shatter to pieces."
Feng Mu's words slithered like a snake's tongue through the cold air of the interrogation room, and before his last word finished, an agonizing scream exploded in the room.
