The cart was filled with fresh maimed limbs—hands, palms, thighs, and so on.
Zhou Xuan carefully identified those limbs, and not a single one was from Hua Zi.
Mu Hua and Zhou Xuan were very alike, whether in appearance or figure. If the cart contained Mu Hua's limbs, Zhou Xuan would recognize them at a glance—if he can't recognize others, he can at least recognize his own hands and feet?
The pig-headed man pulled the cart to the old man's side and unloaded the limbs, piling them into a small mound, before pulling the cart away again.
"There are no limbs from Hua Zi in this cart; whether there will be in the next cart, I cannot guarantee."
Zhou Xuan began to ponder how to descend to the ground and how to deal with the two people who had already appeared.
If he had no divine skills, Zhou Xuan would be no different from an ordinary person. Not to mention there might be other Xianhuo sect members below, just this old man and pig-headed man would be enough for him to handle.
