Watching the old woman use a stone to carefully scrape the clinging monkey skin off the corpse in front of them, Yang the kid couldn't help but stare, wide-eyed.
He never would have guessed that this old woman—so emaciated she was nothing but skin and bones, yet oddly fond of sucking on stones—was actually a mysterious master!
"My love, someone's dead! Really dead! His brains have been bashed out!" Zhao Xiumei cried, ducking behind Yang the kid in fear.
Even though the Red-Cloaked Daoist Master had killed plenty of people on their journey, Zhao Xiumei was still frightened by the sight of a corpse, no matter how many times she saw one.
"It's all right, don't be afraid. Didn't you see? This old woman is a good person who punishes evildoers," Yang the kid whispered, trying to comfort her.
