The blood-red was glaring, the stench suffocating.
Wang Sicong stared as blood spurted from the artery in his wrist. Before long, he felt his entire body begin to numb, his mind going blank, as if he was drawing closer and closer to death.
"Are you fucking insane?!" Wang Sicong glared menacingly at this so-called 'sister' in front of him.
If he could, Wang Sicong would snatch the dagger, avoid Wang Sijing's vital parts, and torture her to death! Once she was dead, he'd feed her body to the dogs!
Of course, that was just wishful thinking. His body had long been hollowed out by indulgence, and Wang Sijing could kill him with just a flick of her finger.
"Idiot, look at your feet." Wang Sijing said indifferently.
"My feet?"
Wang Sicong lowered his head and saw that his blood soaked into the dark brown floor, revealing dense symbols around the size of a palm. Each symbol looked peculiar, twisted, and combined with the crimson blood, they appeared terrifying.
