C47 The Aftereffects of Killing People

Zhang Qian covered his head. Damn it, to think that there would be such a side effect. This would cost him his life.

A stick hit his right arm. He let out a soft cry as his left hand quickly held onto the spot where his right hand had been hit. He squatted down and raised his head, just as a wooden stick was about to land on his head.

Ignoring the pain in his head