The Devil Woman stopped, holding Chen Mu in one arm as she silently crouched in the undergrowth. He had no idea what material her black outfit was made of, but the tiny thorns on the shrub branches could not pierce it. Chen Mu, however, suffered for it. He was stark naked, and those tiny thorns tormented him relentlessly and repeatedly.
They were about three hundred meters from the area the Devil Woman had prepared earlier. She lay there without moving, like a cold-blooded beast waiting for its prey to enter its ambush.
"Ah!" "Damn it, what is this?" Several screams and startled cries rose one after another.
The Devil Woman showed not the slightest reaction. She held her pose, like a lifeless stone statue. Chen Mu could not remain so composed; his expression was grim.
Three minutes later, all the sounds subsided into silence once more.
Those people were all dead! Chen Mu's heart sank to the bottom. Would I follow in their footsteps? The life he had led since childhood had made him less afraid of death. He seemed to have been fighting death all along, always struggling to stay alive, to survive.
He had never imagined that, just as his life was beginning to improve, it would seemingly be cut short. All his efforts, all his dreams, were about to end.
Faced with such a fate, Chen Mu felt no grief, only a sorrow and chill in his heart-a chill that seeped through and through.
The Devil Woman moved like a cheetah, silent and agile, even with the tightly bound Chen Mu dangling from her hand.
They really were dead!
But to Chen Mu's surprise, there was nothing horrifying about the way they had died. On the contrary, they could even be described as peaceful. Several corpses still