"So understanding..."
Seeing the butcher heading outside, Ling Mo quickly returned to the corpse and reached out to grab the suture iron wire...
"Pfft..."
The sound of the wound slowly ripping open was somewhat piercing in the silence, accompanied by the friction and deformation noise of the iron wire. Ling Mo glanced back towards the door, noticing that the butcher had disappeared, and faint sounds were coming from outside as he seemed to be moving something.
Ling Mo recalled the things he saw outside but couldn't guess what the butcher was actually doing. However, the focus wasn't on this... The little boy still hadn't appeared; perhaps he had left or was hiding in some dark corner, watching him.
"Whatever."
Ling Mo suddenly exerted more strength and yanked the iron wire open. To his surprise, no blood flowed out... Even the exposed flesh seemed pale, as if the blood had dried up.
