Run Sheng dragged her back to the well, not in a hurry to bite.
Because Xiao Yuan had drawn two circles on his map.
The woman kept struggling, trying to break free, but Run Sheng's hands were like iron clamps, gripping her tightly.
Seeing that the other dead one hadn't come out yet, Run Sheng had to turn around, leaving his back exposed to the well.
At that moment, a new figure emerged from the well, a man in a brown suit, though like the woman, his clothes were tattered beyond repair.
The man opened his mouth, lunging at Run Sheng's back.
Run Sheng's back gate opened, preventing the man from getting close.
The next moment, Run Sheng drew out the Yellow River Shovel he had sharpened that morning, and with a horizontal slice, the man's head separated from his neck and rolled to the ground.
"Crack!"
Immediately afterward, Run Sheng snapped the woman's neck.
The two dead ones began to dissolve, and soon they would turn into a pool of liquid.
