After staring at Yuanfang for a moment.
The Rotten Prisoner's next move came as a surprise. It was remarkably quiet. Rather than roaring upon its entrance like some clichéd monster, it slowly lowered its head and began muttering to itself again in a blurred, hoarse voice...
"...Offer... up..."
Its body trembled strangely, as if it felt cold.
It was then that Yuanfang noticed it was firmly restrained.
Two iron hooks had pierced directly through its collarbones, while its limbs and neck were tightly bound. Even its blood had already congealed and dried.
It hadn't taken the initiative to attack?
Yuanfang found that somewhat surprising.
After observing it for a while, he slowly raised his Wooden Staff and dagger...
Not long after.
Bang!
The blood-red orb exploded, instantly bursting open the Rotten Prisoner's chest and sending flesh flying everywhere.
Faced with Yuanfang's steadily escalating attacks, it did not resist in the slightest. It did not even show a trace of anger, as though it were a flesh-and-blood rag doll at someone's mercy.
Or rather, it looked more like a quiet, rotting corpse.
"Offer... up..."
Even with its body on the verge of falling apart, the Rotten Prisoner continued muttering those indistinct words to itself.
At the brink of death, it finally reacted differently from before.
Its rotten eye sockets turned toward Yuanfang once more. The muscles of its face, smeared with filthy blood, actually pulled into a terrifying smile...
"...Heh... ha..."
Its laughter gradually weakened, and so did its vitality. At last, it finally faded away completely.
Yet, in this situation.
Yuanfang unexpectedly took two steps back, still staring at the Rotten Prisoner's corpse.
He had not seen the game's kill notification!
That meant... the Rotten Prisoner before him wasn't dead yet!
Sure enough, the very next moment, the Rotten Prisoner's