Only the stains on the chest were cleaned off.
Thus, revealing the bloody wounds in the center of the chest, spelling out a series of insulting words:
"Coward," "Leftovers."
Following the traces of blood and the impressions among the grass and trees, parting the hanging vines and troublesome bushes and thorns.
When Xia Nan saw the horrific scene before him, he could clearly sense that Abi beside him suddenly shivered, the fragment of arm armor in his hand falling to the ground.
This newcomer who hadn't been in the business long turned deathly pale, his Adam's apple subtly rolling with an expression as if he were about to vomit.
Xia Nan himself was far from as calm as he appeared.
Though he had slain no fewer than a hundred goblins, with many similar bloodstains on his hands.
But after all, the time since crossing over was short, not yet fully desensitized.
