Chapter 113: CH: 113 William’s Final Request
{Chapter: 113 William's Final Request}
Shards of bullets fell from William's head, scattering to the ground. William collapsed to the side, clutching his head with his hands. "Ah, I can't take it! It's too painful. I'm going to die here," he groaned dramatically.
"The ghosts might believe your nonsense, but I sure don't. You're not dying here." Jill stood up, turned her back to him, and moved a few steps away, refusing to indulge him further.
"Jill, Jill... before I die, I have something to say to you," William's voice wavered, feigning weakness, his words slow and deliberate.
"Shut up with your crap! You think I'm gullible enough to believe anything you say?" Jill snapped, fighting the urge to look back at him.
"Believe it or not, I have to say it... because this might be my last chance," William continued, his tone trembling with exaggerated desperation, his acting eerily convincing.
Jill finally turned to face him, glaring. "You bastard! Why are you like this?!" But the sight of him sprawled out, looking so pitiful, made her pause. Was he really this fragile? Could he actually be dying?
"William, are you okay? Don't joke about something like this." Jill crouched beside him, concern momentarily overriding her anger.
"Jill... let me finish my last words," William murmured weakly.
Jill shook her head, trying to dispel her growing panic. "Stop it, William! You're practically invincible. A few bullets can't kill you. No, I don't believe it!"
"But the head..." William whispered faintly. "It's the most vulnerable part of my body. One bullet might not hurt much, but so many in a row... it's too much..."