As Xiao Jing watched, a certain shackle on Ma Hua's body was quietly unlocked.
But he stared at this Ma Hua for a long time, yet he saw no movement from Ma Hua.
Ma Hua just stood right there with its arms horizontally, staring straight ahead at him.
"An inanimate object?"
Xiao Jing was a bit puzzled, hesitant for a moment, but after thinking for a while, he decided to temporarily give up.
Here was not far from the place where that foul-mouthed stone doll resided, and if he delayed any longer, it might chase after him.
With a sigh, Xiao Jing's gaze left Ma Hua, and he continued to flee deeper into the forest.
However, he hadn't taken a few steps when he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck; a pair of hands like iron clamps grabbed his neck.
The force was so great that in an instant, the sound of a cracking neck vertebra traveled through the bone into Xiao Jing's ears.
