C379 It Really Isn't

It's pitch black in the jungle.

A white hand slowly climbed up the soil, and then used all its strength to climb up bit by bit. Until the outline of his body slowly appeared in the dark night, the man's long and narrow eyes were filled with gloominess. He reached out and wiped the red blood on the corner of his mouth. He was very charming.

"Cough cough."

A large mouthful of blood spilled out