"He won't die, Chu Mo won't die!"
Xia Qian was on the verge of fainting, not caring at all even as her face was disfigured.
If disfiguring her face could awaken Chu Mo, then let her face be ruined a thousand times, what harm would it do?
But now, the reality was before her eyes—Chu Mo's heart had indeed been pierced through.
"Dead is dead, now, even if you cry your eyes out, this young man won't come back to life!"
"Now, you all, accept my torture!"
"I will let you all experience what hellish torment feels like!"
Zhong Hong smiled sinisterly, his ferocious face looking utterly terrifying.
"Sisters, even if we die, we must not let this bastard off easily!"
A tear flickered in Shangguan Wan'er's eyes as she spoke coldly.
The women nodded in agreement; even in death, they would not let Zhong Hong succeed.
However, at that moment, suddenly, an extremely chilling voice said, "Is that so? What if I am still alive?"
As soon as these words fell, the entire place went silent.