At Last, the Missing Piece Was Filled; the Old Monk Was Truly Blind

Zhang Zhengyi felt a chill against the skin at the back of his neck. His heart tightened, yet he inexplicably also felt a strange sense of familiarity.

The instant that bizarre feeling arose, Zhang Zhengyi became even more terrified.

Without revealing anything, he took a step forward, glanced casually at the huge pit, and said offhandedly,

"I heard God-Killing Arrows are worth quite a bit. Don't waste them."

Zhang Zhengyi jumped into the pit, pulled the two God-Killing Arrows embedded in Bai Lin's body free, and casually carried Bai Lin's corpse back up with him.

He wiped the God-Killing Arrows clean with snow and handed them back to Qin Yang.

"Here, Senior Brother."

Qin Yang put away the God-Killing Arrows and rubbed his fingers together, inexplicably feeling as though something was missing.

He glanced at Bai Lin's corpse on the ground and naturally reached out toward his head.

You dog, still pretending to be dead? Then I'll make you truly dead.

Last time, he had held back from sending him on his way because he had concerns. This time, however, there were no people from the Ancient Underworld here.

Yet Bai Lin's corpse, lying on the ground, vanished in an instant.

One moment, he had been dead beyond doubt. The next, he was already standing a hundred zhang away, his eyes open and vitality restored to his body.

Qin Yang smiled and slowly withdrew his hand.

"What did my junior brother ever do to offend you?"

The bloody holes in Bai Lin's body slowly vanished. His face was grave as he cautiously backed away, deeply wary. He did not answer Qin Yang's question.

He had no idea how to answer. He even felt that if he uttered a single word, Qin Yang would notice something.

He could hardly say, "Oh,