A thunderbolt from a clear sky, Xin Lin was petrified in an instant.
"Secondly, by skin contact. We need to make close skin contact to transfer it."
Damn beast—
Xin Lin came back to her senses, and immediately aimed a slap at the man's face.
"Don't even think about it, even if you were the last man on earth, I would never agree to sleep with you!"
The slap didn't fall, as Xin Lin's hand was caught in a reverse grip, the man's face was only inches away, his eyes filled with surging anger.
"Say that again?"
Sharp as a ghost claw, it pierced into Xin Lin's wrist, blood sprinkling on the ground.
"I said, not even in death would I make skin contact with someone like you."
Xin Lin glared furiously at the Rascal Corpse.
Her disdainful gaze, it hurt the man.
You damned beast... you killed our clan... you killed my parents, you little beast.
Scenes after scenes, flickered through the man's mind.
Painful memories, like a tide, came roaring in, drowning everything.
