Li Huowang stared at the seventy-nine Yangshou Pills floating in that bloody water, unable to calm his heart for a long time. "What does he mean by giving me these Yangshou Pills?"
Maybe he wanted Li Huowang to take these Yangshou Pills, or maybe he was trying to explain why he ended up like this.
This question is destined to have no answer, for the Renxiao is already dead—dead beyond any possibility of coming back.
With his longsword pointed at the corpse before him, Li Huowang paused for a moment, then brought his sword down and hacked the Renxiao's body into eight pieces, to prevent it from moving again.
After that, he bent down, put the seventy-nine Yangshou Pills into the gourd, and then turned to the terrified old people and said, "Don't stop! Keep moving!"
The old people looked exhausted, but compared to their previous disgusting behavior, Li Huowang felt no desire to respect the old or cherish the young at all at this moment.
