The next second, his body began trembling uncontrollably.
Because he saw the head, which had been keeping its eyes closed, twitch its eyelids for no reason. Its expression seemed to change, too. The fat man's eyes widened. He finally noticed that the head's tightly pressed lips had curled into a smile at some point.
In an instant, he thought of Yuan Shanyuan. The other man had probably stopped suddenly after reaching this distance, then sent Bai Yu forward. Yuan Shanyuan must have noticed something strange about it, too.
No... He absolutely couldn't let this head fully wake up. Otherwise, he would die!
The thought appeared out of nowhere in his mind and immediately took root. The fat man suppressed his fear and hurried forward. Just then, the head's eyebrows twitched a few times, and its heavy eyelids lifted a crack.
Although he was holding the knife, the fat man had no idea how to use it to subdue the head that was about to wake up. This knife wasn't suited for chopping; it was better for stabbing straight down. But the head was smooth and bald, with nowhere suitable to strike. Stabbing it in the face, through the eye socket, didn't feel right, either. More importantly, he didn't dare. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
At last, the fat man took a deep breath to steel himself. Then he turned sideways and swung with all his strength, bringing the heavy knife handle down hard on the back of the head. It landed with a dull thud.
The fat man had hoped to knock the head unconscious, but things went exactly the opposite way. The blow woke it up in pain. Its eyelids flew open, and a pair of blood-red eyes darted around in their sockets, searching for whoever had