Rather than saying Hanyu had taken countermeasures, it was more like the bottle had pulled another stunt.
Just as that finger was about to probe into the center of Hanyu's brow, First Hall's face turned deathly pale. He felt as though he were probing a lifeless body.
There was nothing but an icy chill.
And in truth, he could find nothing, because the moment Hanyu's expression stiffened, he had already lost all signs of life.
As First Hall withdrew his finger, grinding his teeth, Hanyu toppled to the ground with a thud.
"Son of a bitch..."
It was anyone's guess who he was cursing, but First Hall's chest heaved. He was truly furious.
Hanyu was thoroughly dead. Not only was there no trace of breath about him, but even the vitality within his body had vanished without a sound.
His Sea of Consciousness was even worse. It seemed to have been annihilated, making it impossible to investigate.
Looking at the corpse at his feet, fury surged in First Hall's eyes. He even felt like setting it ablaze.
But in the end, he could only sigh helplessly.
"Hey, buddy!"
The second time Hanyu heard those words, he came to with a jolt and his face darkened.
Then he looked up at the curb by the village entrance. Zhishou was still sitting there, looking as though he had nothing better to do.
"That son of a bitch killed me?"
Hanyu's expression turned ugly. He still remembered First Hall attacking him just moments ago.
"More accurately, you killed yourself."
Zhishou smiled teasingly.
Myself?
Hanyu froze for a moment, then understood. If First Hall hadn't done it, he could guess who had.
That damn bottle had killed him again.
Along with his anger, a chill of dread crept into Hanyu's heart.
The bottle could