"What are you thinking! I'm not a backpack."
The head said very displeasedly.
Su Changxing thought for a moment, then said again: "So, is it okay?"
"It's okay!"
Then, the head had two things in its mouth, a golden seed and the Giant Hand Organization, both items not too large, making its mouth seem spacious enough.
The head was more like a safe than a backpack, keeping dangerous things inside, which could be considered a way to make use of its last bit of usefulness.
Yes, that's it... Su Changxing confirmed in his heart.
"They're all dead."
Huang Biao's voice came from inside the room.
Su Changxing put the Giant Hand Organization into his backpack and walked in together with Lin Xiuyu.
Three mutilated corpses, bitten and riddled with holes, leaned against the wall, with several blood marks scratched on it, left by hands.
These people had experienced intense struggles when they died.
