Bab 65: Taking Care of Business?

The demonic woman stopped her feet and dove into the bushes to hide, grabbing Chen Mu with one hand. He couldn't tell what that black suit on her body was made from, but the thorns on the branches of the bushes weren't able to prick through it. They were hard on Chen Mu, though. By that time, every inch of his body was already scratched up, and those fine thorns ruthlessly and frequently ravaged him.

They were about three hundred meters away from the site that the demonic woman had just set up, and she was hiding stock still, like a cold blooded wild animal waiting for its prey to enter its ambush zone.

"Yo! dammit, what is this?" Blood curdling screams and shouts of alarm came one after the other.

The demonic woman had no change to her look, and maintained the same posture, like a lifeless stone statue. Chen Mu couldn't maintain that sort of calm look, and his face was pretty messed up.

Three minutes later, all the sounds returned to silence.