The Lonesome Mountain

"Oh!"

The blood flowed out from Guo Yan's neck and splattered, finally landing on the bonfire where a slightly burnt smell arose. He collapsed on the ground, stretched out his legs desperately, and kicked up a pile of mud time and again. Still, he could not prevent death's arrival nor prevent the crotch of his pants from getting soaked with urine.

The retinue from the periphery of the bonfire stood up in shock, but with many years of accumulated majesty, no one dared to move.

Zi Mo's face emerged from the darkness of night. He used his hand, which was no longer strong but still stable, to retrieve the wire around Guo Yan's neck and wipe away the blood and flesh that was left on it.