Chapter 870: Chapter 870: Searching for Ghost-seeing Grass...
This young man really wants to kill him, determined to do anything to take his life!
The young man approached step by step with a knife in hand, like a god of death in control of life and death, ready to claim his life in an instant.
The awe of death made Alice Sutton’s body tremble uncontrollably.
But Alice Sutton did not beg Arnold for mercy, because she clearly knew that if the young man in front of her was determined to kill her, no amount of begging would be of any use.
For the young man in front of her, begging for mercy was not as good as threatening, using what he cared about most as leverage.
With this thought, Alice Sutton was determined to continue threatening Arnold.
Alice Sutton looked at Arnold, and with a trembling voice, continued to threaten, "Kid, you can’t kill me. If I die, your boss will definitely give you trouble!"
"And also, I... I am a wanted criminal. If I die, what will you use to report to your superiors? And we’re not out of this forest yet. If I die, you’ll lose a helping hand..."
"Ha!" Arnold sneered, interrupting Alice Sutton’s words, "Are you sure if you die, it’s not one less problem and burden for us?"
As he spoke, Arnold had already forced Alice Sutton to a place with no way to retreat.
With her back against a big tree, Alice Sutton looked at Arnold standing in front of her, blocking her path, "How could I be a problem? Although my leg is injured and I’m poisoned by a snake, I am still of some use!"
Arnold’s cold smile widened, his lips curling into a bloodthirsty arc, "You do have some use indeed, but your minuscule usefulness nowhere near outweighs the danger of keeping you alive!"
Saying that, Arnold raised the knife in his hand, aimed at the location of Alice Sutton’s voice, and stabbed fiercely towards her heart...
Alice Sutton immediately reached out, grabbing Arnold’s wrist, the one holding the knife.
Using almost all her remaining strength, Alice Sutton managed to stop the knife from thrusting down towards her heart, "Kid, are you crazy?"
With vicious and ruthless eyes glaring at Arnold, Alice Sutton continued with a cold, trembling voice, "Aren’t you afraid of your boss disciplining you? Afraid your boss won’t be able to report back?"
Arnold ignored Alice Sutton.
She vigorously pressed down the hand that Alice Sutton was holding, focused solely on taking Alice Sutton’s life.
Alice Sutton struggled against Arnold.
She gripped Arnold’s hand tightly, doing everything possible to slow the knife’s relentless descent towards her heart, delaying the impending death.
While doing this, Alice Sutton kept looking at Arnold, racking her brain for anything she could say to possibly change Arnold’s mind about killing her.
"Kid, your boss saved me and protected me for so long. Now, we’re on the verge of leaving this forest. Soon, he can complete the mission perfectly by bringing me to justice. Killing me now, aren’t you wasting his efforts, making all his efforts go in vain?"
Arnold paused, his grip loosening.
Alice Sutton was overjoyed and continued persuading, "We’ve been in this forest for four days; as long as we work a bit harder, we can all get out alive."
"And if your boss can find the Ghost-seeing Grass, won’t you temporarily regain sight? Then our chances of leaving this forest are even greater."
"Since we can all make it out alive, why insist on killing me now? Isn’t it better to keep me alive for your boss to complete the mission?"
"And you know, with the crimes I’ve committed, after the legal trial, I’ll be sentenced to death anyway. Why bother to get your hands dirty now?"
"Ha!" Arnold sneered, "To stay alive, you sure have a silver tongue!"
Saying this, Arnold suddenly pushed harder, continuing to thrust the knife towards Alice Sutton’s heart...
But just as the knife broke the skin on Alice Sutton’s chest, with only a sliver of blood oozing out, Arnold abruptly stopped his motion, "Listen up, I can spare your life for now, but you better show me the value of keeping you alive, or else..."
The knife in Arnold’s hand pushed a little deeper as he continued speaking, "I’ll kill you instantly! By then, it won’t matter what you say!"
Meanwhile, Mark, having left Arnold, immediately began searching for the Ghost-seeing Grass with purpose, knowing its growth habits.
Over twenty minutes later, Mark found the Ghost-seeing Grass described by Alice Sutton in the forest, but next to it lay a giant python.
Seeing the snake, with its trunk-like thick body covered in scales and eyes like bronze bells, Mark quickly halted and hid.
A python like this, if Mark weren’t injured, there might be a slim chance of retrieving the Ghost-seeing Grass from beside it.
But with Mark’s current physical state, attempting to take the Grass would only result in becoming food for the python.
There’s no way Mark would let himself become prey to the giant python, nor abandon the Ghost-seeing Grass when he clearly found it.
Standing quietly behind a large tree not far from the python, Mark observed the snake and the Ghost-seeing Grass beside it.
Soon, Mark noticed the fact that the python was laying eggs.
At this moment, it coiled its body, tightly embracing the already laid eggs, its thick, trunk-like body trembling, its tail raised high to lay another egg...
Seeing this scene, Mark moved swiftly.
He charged towards the python like an arrow, aiming straight to pick the Ghost-seeing Grass by the serpent.
The egg-laying python, seeing Mark rushing towards it, mistook him for an egg thief.
Its eyes glared fiercely at Mark.
Opening its blood-red mouth, it hissed, flicking its foul-smelling tongue.
As Mark approached, it immediately swung its tail to strike, preventing Mark from nearing the freshly laid, yet unprotected eggs.
Mark swiftly bent low, dodging the tail swipe, then grabbed a handful of Ghost-seeing Grass and darted away without hesitation.
The python, having missed its strike, prepared to attack again, but Mark was already out of its attack range.
At this moment, the python’s body twitched again, preparing to lay another egg.
In order to lay its eggs and protect each one, the python, despite glaring fiercely at Mark’s retreating figure and hissing, did not pursue him...
