Zhang Tiancheng did not recognize the Wen Zhixing before him.
He instinctively felt speechless that the other party was using him as a bargaining chip.
Of course, he didn't offer much resistance either.
He had long since become one of the living dead. As long as his divine soul was not extinguished, he would not perish.
Even if these two demons before him wanted to kill him, it would likely be somewhat difficult.
Although Mu Yunqing hadn't issued any orders, Zhang Tiancheng had his own thoughts. If I can help save Liu Qingdai, it would certainly be a good deed.
SQUELCH!
The next moment, Zhang Tiancheng was seized by the throat in mid-air.
It was the shopkeeper who struck; a giant black claw shot out from beneath his sleeve, gripping Zhang Tiancheng tightly.
Like Liu Qingdai, Zhang Tiancheng's throat was pierced.
"Eh?"
The shopkeeper and Xiao Liuzi exchanged glances, their savage eyes holding a flicker of surprise.
No way, did they really just hand him over like that?
