Knife.
A blade appeared silently.
The blurry shadow of the knife swept across the monster's head, casually splitting into seven or eight afterimages.
As the blood mist burst open.
The person and the knife had already appeared tens of meters away.
Clang!
The long knife returned to its sheath.
Shen Ye walked back and carefully examined the corpse on the ground.
"That strike was not bad."
The Chaos Ship said.
"Of course it was good," Shen Ye replied.
"But why did you fly out dozens of meters after the slash?" the Chaos Ship asked.
"Why not?" Shen Ye retorted.
"You see, you flew out and then had to walk back to check the corpse."
"That can't be helped — I don't want to get monster blood on me."
"You're quite the hygiene freak."
"Because I'm preparing to eat."
On the other side.
Good Duck had already obtained Shen Ye's memory and was quickly searching:
"Emblem!"
