"This kid must have some screws loose..."
Seeing Huangfu Yi come back carrying a decapitated head after supposedly going up the mountain to collect some leaves, a group of Lingwu vassal soldiers were exasperated, all casting glances and secretly marveling at his audacity.
"Why did you bring this thing back? No one's going to pay you for it."
Guo Aman curiously poked at the protruding eyes and twisted grimace of the dead Daoist with her knife sheath, tapping at the purpling tongue hanging out.
"Hiss... Some demons... Huff... can live even after being decapitated... Huff... take it a bit farther, and it's dead... Huff... I tied the rope again..."
Huangfu Yi handed a bunch of leaves to Aman, sucking in the cold air, clutching his ribs as he sat down for Qi Replenishment, his face covered in cold sweat.
