Chương 720: Icefield

Jiang Baimian's heart palpitated as she looked elsewhere on the island.

Unlike before, figures appeared on the jagged rocks one after another. Some of them hung from protruding stone pillars, their tongues hanging out from being strangled. Some of them had been shot several times, and their flesh was mangled. Some of their heads seemed to have been smashed by something hard, causing them to cave in and bleed red blood and white brain matter.

There were all kinds of situations, but one thing they had in common was that their faces belonged to Jiang Baimian.

My own fear of death? Jiang Baimian muttered to herself silently.

Frankly speaking, she was accustomed to death. Be it the tragic situation Blackrat Town suffered from bandits or the corpses strewn across Weed City's riots, they weren't much better than the current scene. However, she still felt her heart palpitate when she saw the tragic deaths of figures sharing her face and figure.