He and His Black Moonlight

He bit down on the scar on my neck.

I let out a muffled groan of pain.

“Bai Man, I won’t let you go…”

“Stay… stay with me…”

My eyes darkened.

The anesthetic ear acupuncture needle I’d just removed was already plunged into his neck.

The drug took effect instantly.

Shen Jing passed out before he could even utter another word.

I pushed him away and picked up the dagger from earlier.

I aimed it at his heart, ready to plunge it in with force.

But then I thought of all the effort and hard work Bai Qing and Fu Jing had put into this comic book world.

I hesitated.

I aimed below his heart, avoiding vital organs, and stabbed down with force.

The moment the tip of the knife pierced his skin, blood gushed out.

Is this what it feels like to kill someone?

It’s… truly awful.

Bai Qing’s voice rang out again: “Xiao Man, you need to hurry, someone else is coming in.”