The strong man had his limbs on the ground and glared at Liu Zhaomu with bared teeth. His image was getting closer and closer to that of a ferocious beast, and there was nothing like a normal human being.
He howled and rushed towards Liu Zhaomu, biting his neck. A large amount of bright red blood stained the glass behind Liu Zhaomu, and he could feel the warm blood flowing continuously from his wound.
Well out. He struggled painfully but was unable to get rid of it, and his physical strength gradually failed.
Watching all this, Guimu slapped the tempered glass in front of him hard and shouted: "Do you really want to die here? Senior brother, let me see what you are capable of! Look at your pitiful embarrassment
, it’s really like a lamb being held in his mouth.”
Liu Zhaomu's neck was in constant pain, and he almost lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.
A beast-like roar came from the strong man's throat, and his sharp claws left shocking bloody holes on Liu Zhaomu's arm.
"I...I can't die yet, Yi Xin is still waiting for me..." Liu Zhaomu murmured. He tried his best to push the strong man away, and his eyes were suddenly stained with bright red blood.
He stared at the strong man and suddenly said weakly: "Calm down and don't be controlled by your murderous thoughts. Do you want Lulu to have a murderer's father?"
He clutched his bleeding neck, and his pale face had almost no trace of blood left.
The strong man originally had a ferocious look on his face, but now he was suddenly stunned. "Lulu, Lulu..." He stood there blankly, looking a little confused.
Liu Zhaomu walked weakly to the side and quietly picked up the iron chain that fell on the ground.
"Think about Lulu, think about your wife, they are still waiting for you to come home. If you become their minion, how can you face your wife and daughter?" Liu Zhaomu tore at his already broken self.
He wore tattered clothes and simply bandaged his wounds with half of the cloth.
The strong man in front of him straightened up, and his sharp fangs suddenly retracted little by little. "Yes, Lulu is still waiting for me to come home. I can't kill anyone, otherwise she will be afraid of me."
The strong man looked at his changed hands, clenched his fists in panic and held them behind his back, as if he wanted to hide his sharp claws.
"What the hell are you doing? Do you know this guy?" Guimu stared at Liu Zhaomu and found that his eyes would sometimes be stained with blood.
He suddenly sneered and said: "It seems that the place where you changed is your eyes. I thought you were hiding some extraordinary ability. Now it seems that it is nothing more than this. Just with this kind of abnormality
Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape from my grasp in this life."
Guimu turned to look at the strong man and said: "Kill him, kill him and I will let you go back and let you reunite with your wife and daughter."
The strong man hesitated for a moment, and his expression became a little complicated.
Guimu said coldly: "What are you still hesitating about? This is your only chance to leave here."
The strong man looked at Liu Zhaomu and murmured: "I'm sorry... I don't want to harm you, but I want to go back to my family. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The fangs extended from the corners of his mouth again. He raised his sharp claws and rushed towards Liu Zhaomu. The sharp nails on his right hand dug straight into his back.
Liu Zhaomu struggled painfully and said as he was dying: "You must not listen to his lies. He just wants us to kill each other. This man is cruel and cold-blooded and will never let you leave easily."
After the strong man heard his daughter's nickname, his conscience was aroused and he was no longer like an emotional beast. Although he followed the instructions of the ghost eyes and attacked Liu Zhaomu, he felt a little ashamed and intolerable in his heart.
He whispered: "I am trapped here by him, like fish on a chopping board. I have no other choice but to listen to his words. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope to reunite with my family, I will try my best."
Liu Zhaomu suddenly wrapped the iron chain around the strong man's neck and increased the strength with his hands. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight for a chance of survival for himself.
"It's useless. Once you become his pawn, you will never be able to get rid of him. And your identity as a murderer will always follow you. You will always be able to live in the darkness with him, even if you are with him in the open.
Your family has no chance." Liu Zhaomu said exhaustedly.
The ghost standing outside looked at the strong man and said sternly: "Do it quickly! Don't listen to all the nonsense he talks!"
The strong man's neck was strangled by the iron chain, and his breathing was a little short. He roared and pulled open the iron chain, grabbing Liu Zhaomu's blood-stained clothes. He said in a trembling voice: "I don't want to be a murderer.
, it was he who forced me to harm you."
Liu Zhaomu was pressed against the tempered glass by him, almost unable to move. He advised weakly: "Do you know, one wrong step will lead to a wrong step. You still have a chance to look back now, but if it leads to a big disaster,
Wrong, no matter what method you use, your sins cannot be washed away. You will always become this guy's lackey, and even if your wife and daughter do not join the ICV, they will be looked down upon because of you and will not be able to stand on their own feet."
"Shut up! Stop talking!" the strong man yelled angrily. He punched Liu Zhaomu on the left side of his face and said angrily: "My wife and children will be fine, I will definitely let them
Live well."
The smell of blood filled Liu Zhaomu's mouth. He spat a mouthful of blood into the ground and said angrily: "But Song Hui may use your wife and daughter to threaten you a thousand times. Are you going to be controlled by him for the rest of your life?"
You might as well rush out of here with me and escape from this hell on earth."
The strong man looked at the glass that was shaking slightly due to Liu Zhaomu's struggle, with a confused expression.
He suddenly picked up Liu Zhaomu and slammed his thin body against the glass.
Liu Zhaomu's back was in pain, and the blood on his body that had not yet dried left traces of blood on the glass.
"Yes, that's it. Don't be soft-hearted. Kill him, kill him and I will let you go back to see your family." Guimu stood outside and watched all this with cold eyes, as if he was watching the Colosseum.
A bloody and cruel performance.
The strong man clenched his fists and punched Liu Zhaomu viciously.
Liu Zhaomu subconsciously closed his eyes tightly. Just when he thought he was about to die, the sound of glass suddenly cracking suddenly sounded in his ears.
He turned around suddenly and saw a long and narrow crack appeared on the solid tempered glass. The strong man in front of him gritted his teeth and was still punching the glass. Blood flowed down the strong man's fingers.
Slowly flowing out, he endured the pain and shouted: "I want to leave here, leave here!"
