I’m going to die! I’m going to die!!!0

Terrible fear welled inside Xiong Kuohai’s heart. He had a feeling that he would die if Joy Bodhisattva was allowed to cut off the paper doll’s head. One hundred percent.0

But… there was nothing he could do about it. His senses were completely cut off, he had no control over his own body, and even his spirit was completely isolated. Right now, he was no different from a puppet that anyone could manipulate as they pleased.0

Snip!0

Joy Bodhisattva was cutting through the paper doll very, very slowly. Maybe it was because the blade was too dull, but every time she made a small snip, she would shake almost as if the act took every bit of strength she had in her.0

She was doing it though. As she made progress, bright red blood began to drip down the paper doll’s neck profusely.0

No! No! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die!0

Defiance and the desire to live swelled inside Xiong Kuohai’s heart. He...4