"Damn it!"
The fat man cursed as he put away his blood-drenched silver knife, tore off his silk gloves, and tossed them onto the bloodied captive in front of him: "Couldn't it have been just a few minutes later?"
Before his words had settled, a ripped talisman paper floated down beside him, landing on the ogre's corpse.
A sudden blue flame, thin and faint yet exceptionally intense, spread rapidly around the talisman paper, covering the entire ogre in an instant, reducing its body and those silk gloves to ashes in the blink of an eye.
The fat man turned his head to see Zheng Qing holding another talisman paper and looking around.
"Are there any other corpses we haven't burned?"
The Absolution Hunting Team Leader sounded a bit anxious: "Ogres have keen noses; we must clean this place thoroughly before they get too close!"
"Relax, take it easy."
