Cao Da... Dead?

I couldn't believe looking at the knife that passed through the back of his head, but I found that the strange smile on his face had not been lost. Suddenly, he slowly pulled compassion out of his mouth, and I saw that the back of his head, which had been penetrated, had no wounds at all. And that compassion is like a shadow. The blood splashed before is supposed to be the blood on the knife.

"Brother..." I swallowed my saliva and murmured, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Cao held his compassion tightly in his hand. Suddenly, he touched the knife with reluctance and murmured,...