This old man was a sharp one.
Seeing that she couldn't get any more information out of him, Wen Ying didn't press the matter.
The old man's technique was truly fast, precise, and ruthless. His movements were clean and efficient.
Not just from its two hands, but also from its two feet—he had removed and cleaned all the knucklebones.
Although Wen Ying disliked such a bloody scene, she didn't show it.
The Sheep-legged Man, or monster, now lay forlorn and pathetic on the ground.
Blood flowed continuously from its body.
The ground, stained red, was exceptionally conspicuous.
Its eyes were fixed on Wen Ying, but she didn't look at it. Instead, she put on a pair of white gloves as thin as a cicada's wings. "I have a small quirk—I'm worried about germs. You don't have a problem with that, do you, old man?"
The old man shook his head with a grin. "Shall we begin?"
A set of knucklebones consisted of five pieces. The old man had prepared two sets.
He and Wen Ying each took a set.
