The starting pistol was a one-time-use item. If she had used the item, the gun wouldn’t be intact in her hands right now.

Shen Mo’s dark eyes flickered with anger, scanning gloomily toward the other side.

The person who fired the gun was Zhang Hua.

Right now, causing trouble for Zhang Hua was obviously impossible. Shen Mo angrily gripped his knife and turned to cause trouble for the frog instead!

As soon as he turned, he saw Tan Xiao running over with wild screams, just happening to pass by him!

“Get in the shell!” Shen Mo roared at him.

“Holy crap, I can’t control myself!” Tan Xiao cursed heart-wrenchingly. “What kind of bullshit magic is this?! My legs want to grow their own legs and run! I’m gonna die! Gonna die! Die aaaaaah!!!—”

The frog’s long tongue flashed over like lightning—even Shen Mo couldn’t save him!

Just as that tongue was about to stick to Tan Xiao, his feet stumbled and he flopped face-first into the mud!

The frog’s tongue rolled up a mouthful of foul muddy water.

The taste wasn’t good. The frog smacked its lips, about to stick out its tongue again, when its body suddenly stung with pain! A small person had stabbed a knife into its body and was climbing up, one stab at a time!

The pain made the frog jump up. Its croaking shook the ears!

Unfortunately, that person on its body was exceptionally agile. Not only did the rolling and struggling fail to shake him off, it allowed him to climb up to its head, the blade firmly lodged between the two huge eyeballs.

The frog seemed to sense danger. It shook its head, gave a “ribbit,” and started digging at the wet mud with its webbed feet to burrow in!

However, Shen Mo moved faster. He yanked out the knife and viciously stabbed it into one of the eyeballs! Then he rapidly stabbed several more times in succession, like hollowing out a watermelon!

Fresh red blood mixed with transparent mucus splattered. The frog rolled all over the ground in pain, crushing a patch of snails!

Shen Mo never let it go! Each stab was fiercer than the last! That eyeball was nearly gouged through and mangled by him!

“Ribbit!—”

The frog wailed in agony, burying its entire head in the mud and frantically burrowing downward!

Shen Mo naturally couldn’t go down with it. He immediately released his force, pulled out the knife and jumped away, landing on a nearby snail shell, then nimbly sliding into the water and standing steadily.

The frog had escaped.

Tan Xiao got up and looked at Shen Mo, his eyes no longer just showing admiration… but horror!

Good heavens, such a huge monster could also be forced to roll all over the ground by him, and with just a small folding fruit knife? Mom! Where did this immortal master come from?!

Way too scary!

After marveling for a while, Tan Xiao noticed the muddy water at his feet was bubbling.

He came back to his senses, slapped his forehead, and quickly bent down to grab the person in the mud, pulling hard!

Cheng Weicai was pulled up covered in a body of mud slurry. He spat out black muddy water from his mouth, his eyes tightly shut, already unconscious.

Tan Xiao hoisted him up and forcefully compressed his abdomen.

More muddy water poured from Teacher Cheng’s mouth.

“Old man, you can’t die. If you hadn’t been lying here to trip me, I definitely would’ve been dead just now! From now on, half this life is yours! A drop of water shall be repaid with a gushing spring—we who roam the world would rather lose our lives than abandon our brothers!”

He said a bunch of rambling words, compressing the abdomen then the lungs. Finally, he turned the old man over and pinched his philtrum, but he still didn’t wake up.

Shen Mo said: “Put him down!”

Tan Xiao was very in awe of Shen Mo and immediately complied.

Shen Mo walked over to look, frowning: “There’s a bruise on his head. He probably got knocked unconscious hitting the snail, or maybe someone pushed him while running. Just now when the gun went off, everyone panicked. Being able to get his life back is already lucky.”

Tan Xiao listened and nodded repeatedly.

He didn’t dare put Cheng Weicai in the snail, afraid of suffocating the old man. So he dragged Cheng Weicai to the gap between the stone wall and the snails, propping him up in a sitting position.

After settling everything properly, he suddenly came to his senses, turned around and glared at Shen Mo, demanding: “Gunshot? …You’re saying that sound was a gun?! Damn! Who the hell fired it?! Come out! You have a gun but don’t shoot the frog—what the hell are you firing randomly for?!!”