The blood slowly settled down, and the singer's cries grew weaker.
The strong smell of blood, however, stimulated another nerve in Hai Geli for slaughter.
His eyes gradually reddened and grew more insane.
His actions became increasingly large and uncontrollable, more and more mad.
He even wanted to stab the singer to death!
Right, stab to death!
Die, just die!
Everyone in the Chu Dynasty deserves to die!
Occupying such a large piece of lucky land, enjoying comforts for generations, it's enough, they should be content.
It's just time for our turn now!
No one knew how much time had passed.
The singer gradually stopped breathing.
The blood underneath was still gushing downward.
Hai Geli withdrew his thick spear, licking the corner of his lips with satisfaction.
He suddenly felt that this way was quite good.
It pleased himself and also killed, truly killing two birds with one stone.
In the following days.
Every day he would have a different singer serve him.
