As he spoke, Tang Hao suddenly let out a "wah" and spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, his body convulsing violently: "Will... definitely... regret... too... too late..."
He spoke haltingly, with various sounds of vomiting mixed in... Ling Mo, who bound him with tentacles, clearly felt that something abnormal was happening to this person's body... It was like a malfunctioning washing machine, not completely broken down, yet full of noise and wild thrashing... Tang Hao's current situation was nearly like that...
He's still alive and has some combat capability, but there are far too many flaws on him... What kind of finished product is this? The quality issues are almost too many to fit anymore...
"Tang Hao?" Ling Mo's eyelid twitched, quickly pulling out the flashlight.
Other than that little girl, there likely aren't any other monsters around here for now... So even if a light source appears, nothing will be attracted here in the short term. But... it has to be fast...
