Chapter 61

Sara was slightly dazed from the cold wind. She raised her head in bewilderment and looked at Hank. However, her sensitive nose smelled a whiff of blood.

Hank asked in a low voice, "Are your legs numb?"

Sara didn't say anything. Hank bent down and tried to pick her up, but Sara quickly dodged as if she was frightened, like a tiny kitten. She was terrified by the smell of blood on his body. Although her eyes were wide, they were hazy and unfocused.

Hank pulled back his hands slowly, his narrow and cold eyes were filled with murderous rage and gloom.

It was like a sharp sword that could slit one's throat. The point of the sword was invincible, even monsters and ghosts had to retreat.

Hank stood up gradually and smiled. He said softly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Sara held her legs tightly, did not reply.

Suddenly, Hank choked her chin, lifted her head forcefully. His smile was like a sinister snake, attractive yet dangerous.