"Dragon Head!"
Seven or eight tough-looking men in their forties and fifties dropped to their knees with a THUD. Tears streamed down their faces as they wailed like a group of children.
But these tears were born from a completely different emotion than the ones they shed before.
Leng Ping still hadn't fully come to his senses. Anger slowly crept into his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "Marquis Qin clearly promised he wouldn't make things difficult for you all. So why… why the hell have you all come down here to join me! Even as a ghost, I won't let him off the hook!"
Qin Li looked at the not-quite-lucid Leng Ping, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He simply tapped a sleep-inducing pressure point and said, "You should probably get some sleep first…"
...
"Really? I'm not really dead?"
