After a few seconds, Jeming withdrew his hand.
The man collapsed on the ground, and the other two men and a woman also fell under the influence of the Soul Search Spell.
The four people's breathing stopped simultaneously, pupils dilating, life signs extinguishing swiftly like a snuffed candle.
Jeming crouched down and searched through their bodies.
Weapons were meaningless to him, but money in this world was necessary.
He found a leather purse filled with some metal coins and a few paper bills.
The coins were made of copper and silver, and the bills were adorned with exquisite patterns, portraying various portraits and texts.
The amount wasn't much, but enough to support someone in an unfamiliar city for a while.
He stored the purse inside his Inner Grotto Heaven and stood up, taking one last look at the abandoned settlement, before turning to walk into the night.
