Cheng Ming's eyes gleamed with madness. His left hand pressed against the worktable while his right raised the Butcher Knife high.
A Male Corpse clad in a black robe lay silently on the worktable, its left hand skinless, nothing but a blur of flesh and blood.
Gu Xingjian's substitute had already fallen into his palm. Cheng Ming was filled with an indescribable excitement and gave no one time to react before bringing the knife down.
"Bang!"
A supporting character in the story had actually gained the right to kill the author. Especially when that author was Gu Xingjian, Cheng Ming had every reason to be thrilled.
The invincible Butcher Knife struck the substitute's neck, severing head from body in an instant.
Yet with expectant eyes, Cheng Ming looked toward Gu Xingjian's face, half-hidden beneath the black robe. That face remained utterly calm, his eyes as still as a lake.
Gu Xingjian merely watched him in silence, expressionless and unmoved. After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Hou Guisheng.
A calm dismissal.
It was as though everything Cheng Ming had done could not stir the slightest ripple in his eyes.
Cheng Ming could not understand. His shock turned to confusion, then unwillingness. He raised the knife and chopped again and again, until he had reduced the substitute to pulp.
Yet Gu Xingjian stood there perfectly unharmed, utterly unmoved.
"How is that possible..."
Cheng Ming could not understand. With his intelligence and the information currently available, he believed that even if this could not kill Gu Xingjian, it should at least seriously injure him.
How could it have no effect at all, as if the Gu Xingjian standing before him were fake?
Could half a sheet of human skin kill someone?
Theoretically, it would not cause death in