460 Horror Descends 5yr

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"Plop!"
The person's body did not even twitch as he hit the water. His back was filled with holes made by bullets, so there was no way he could have lived.
"I think nobody is interested in leaving now, right?"
The old professor's wheezy voice rang out. These people were just some weaselly grave robbers. It was not a big deal if they died. For scumbags like these, there were certainly at least a few lives that'd been ended by their poisonous hands.
"Hu Zi!" Jun Zi hollered with disbelief. Mo Dao's face was also filled with rage. But when he saw the multiple gun barrels turning on them, he silently pulled Jun Zi back.
"Let it go, Jun Zi. Don't bother about it anymore."
The look of fear on Mo Dao's face had completely disappeared, causing everyone to wonder if he hsd been faking everything earlier.
The old professor's group obviously thought so as well. How can someone recover so quickly if they were really genuinely scared earlier?
"Hmph! Aren't you going to continue acting?"
Li