"It's the smell of human blood." Fang Yu made the judgment.
"Yu, how do you know?" Chen Daotian asked in surprise.
"Nonsense, don't forget my profession." Fang Yu raised his hand, about to punch him.
Chen Daotian laughed heh-heh and said:
"Yu is a distinguished traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, of course you can tell the difference... Yu, it's good that you're still like this. You're really terrifying when you kill."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yu paused.
His gaze fixed straight ahead.
"Really? Maybe so."
Reflecting carefully on each act of killing, his murderous aura always burst forth unintentionally.
Cold, ruthless.
Fang Yu sighed lightly; perhaps it was due to numbness.
He had experienced such scenes too many times, to the extent that no matter how bloody the sight, Fang Yu's heart would not stir at all.
Wuu—
Wuu wuu—
Squeak, squeak, squeak—
From the Sixth Layer Hall, strange sounds came.
