It was already evening.
Li Xian's plans and desires had all been fulfilled. Next came the aftermath. The Black-faced Bat King's corpse reeked foul, due to his practice of evil martial arts and long-term consumption of filthy and sinful things. After death, his body bred maggots and decayed, wounds oozing black water, his flesh like an inflated sack. Li Xian suppressed his disgust and buried the body, carefully searching and extracting all gold, silver, treasures, strange items, and bizarre tools...
He filled the earth, stomping it down firmly, exhaling lightly. Li Xian thought to himself: "Although the corpse is buried, the traces of digging remain. It is still easy to be discovered by others."
