Killing chickens was one thing before, but now they're even killing pigs.

The feeling of having blood on your hands is really unpleasant.

However, seeing Gu An'an take out a knife and a basin from the kitchen, the boy readily accepted them and began to bleed the wild boar.

Be careful.

Jiang Mingyi breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't like doing this; the strong smell of blood was a real headache.

And it's also easy to get your clothes dirty.

"Don't waste your blood on the ground."

Jiang Mingyi: "..." It turns out he was just being delusional.

With a swift stroke, the knife made only a shallow cut on the wild boar's neck.

Gu An'an felt a headache coming on. "I'll do it, you go back and rest."

She was planning to sell the wild boar hide for a good price later, how could it withstand such a hassle?

Feeling rejected, Jiang Mingyi felt increasingly uneasy, like sour, pungent soup left overnight in the summer.

Watching Gu An'an carefully sawing back and forth across the wild boar's neck, Jiang Mingyi frowned. "I'll do it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the blood, which had a slightly fishy smell, spurted onto his face, and some even got into his nostrils and mouth.

Jiang Mingyi stood there blankly, motionless.

It all happened in the blink of an eye; Gu An'an never expected it to turn out like this.

Seeing the boy's cracked face, she whispered, "It's okay, he can still recover after washing..."

I can't wear them anymore.

The small chair couldn't support the weight of the wild boar and collapsed with a crash, spraying blood towards Jiang Mingyi.

Blood bloomed on the blue robe, like a demon king emerging from the depths of hell.

Cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, exceptionally chilling!