Chapter 623 Staggering

The man was so anxious that he asked the other examinees with a crying expression, but no one answered him.

Finally, he looked at Lee and wanted to ask him for a pen, but Lee asked:

"You don't have to use a pen. If you are in a desert forest and have nothing, how are you going to ask for help from the outside?"

The man thought for a while, picked up the paper, and turned to the corpse.

Squatting on the ground, he dipped his finger into the blood that hadn't solidified and began to write on the paper.

While writing, he muttered in his heart, 'Don't blame me, bro. Anyway, you're dead. Just be a good man and let him die later. He must be the richest man in the world in the next life.'

The force on his fingers was much greater than that of a water brush, so no matter how carefully he wrote, the words would be large, and the blood he used was more eye-catching and terrifying.