"You want to kill him that badly?"
"I wish I could devour his flesh!" Zhao Qi gritted his teeth, then an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, "Captain Yan, have you ever tasted the flesh and blood of a True Man? Perhaps it might be highly beneficial."
Tap, tap, tap~
Finally, footsteps echoed in the darkroom.
Soon, the curtain parted, and Captain Yan's decayed shell came before Zhao Qi.
Zhao Qi's heart leapt with joy, "Captain Yan, rest assured, if this succeeds, I, Zhao, will surely unite with the Holy Mother..."
"Bang!" However, before he could finish his sentence, a rotten hand had already pierced into Zhao Qi's chest, and his reflexive body-protecting dharma shield hadn't had a chance to block it yet.
"Thump~ thump~" The next moment, the rotten hand was withdrawn, and Zhao Qi saw his own beating heart.
"Ah!" An anguished howl erupted.
Li Ji'an calmly watched Zhao Qi, whose face was filled with bewilderment at such a close distance, then applied a little force with his hand.
