The gushing blood sprayed all over Meng Shan's face, which was already somewhat dirty and disheveled, now further stained with fresh blood, adding not only a touch of disorder but also a hint of bleakness.
The stench was so overwhelming it almost made Meng Shan retch, but she had no time to react before the figure in front of her had already fallen.
He fell right at Meng Shan's feet, with a thud.
Meng Shan lowered her head woodenly, her eyes absent as she gazed at the figure.
It was the fire monkey who had previously smiled foolishly at her, now lying powerless at Meng Shan's side.
Its eyes' sparkle slowly dimmed, but the furry face still held a comforting smile, as if thankful Meng Shan was unharmed.
Tears slipped down Meng Shan's face, squeezing through the crimson stains and dripping onto the fire monkey beneath her.
Plop, plop, the sound echoed as her tears fell.
