"Li Yuanyou..."
Zhao Lin turned and beckoned to Li Yuanyou.
"I get a share too?"
Li Yuanyou was decisive. He lunged forward, wrapped his tentacles around Sheng Jinlong's throat, and strangled him to death, even absorbing the soul that was trying to escape.
'How can a Yin Soul even talk...'
This was Sheng Jinlong's last thought in this world. Then, he knew nothing more.
CLANG!
The iron ruler fell to the ground.
Wei Shi's mind was in turmoil. He stood rooted to the spot, stunned for a long moment, before slowly accepting the fact that he had killed someone.
Zhao Lin didn't disturb him. He piled the storage bag, talismans, medicinal pills, and Spirit Beast Meat on the corpse, preparing to set it all on fire.
Wei Shi snapped out of it and said with some regret, "There must have been a lot of good stuff in that storage bag. We should have forced him to hand it over earlier."
Zhao Lin shook his head. "It's no pity at all. We can't take any of his things!"
