"It's not like this woman. The body of the person she killed should have been eaten up by now."

"I'm a good person!"

"I'm really a good person!"

He didn't know who was explaining it.

The head shook from side to side.

His eyes scanned every inch of the ground.

No matter how you listen to these heartfelt words, they don't sound like lies.

There was still silence.

There were no signs of imminent danger.

The mediocre man calmed down a little, licked his dry lips, and said again:

"I've only done one bad thing in my life, and I've changed it since then! I also often do charity work. I donate a lot of money every year, and I also support college students. If I die, they won't be able to continue studying.

Got it!"

"Let me go! Really, I have changed!"

He kept begging.

The whole person seemed to be possessed by a demon.

But except for his own voice, there was silence all around.

It was exactly the same as the scene where the charming woman was sitting in the chair just now.

This should be passed, right?

The mediocre man took a deep breath.

Put on a pretty ugly smile.

"I knew that for a kind person like me, nothing would happen."

He sighed, and the sound of mechanical rotation rang in his ears.

It should be that the iron band that trapped him in the chair was about to be untied.

The mediocre man moved his body and was about to get up when he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck.

It's like a knife cutting into flesh.

Cutting into the neck inch by inch.
Chapter completed!