The Old Woman

Seeing the old woman before him holding a stone and carefully scraping away the monkey skin fused to the other party, Yang Xiaohai's eyes widened.

He had never imagined that this old woman, starved down to skin and bones yet oddly fond of sucking on stones, was actually an unfathomable master!

"Hubby, someone's dead! Really dead! Their brains were beaten right out!"

Zhao Xiumei shrank fearfully behind Yang Xiaohai.

Though the Red-Robed Daoist Lord had killed quite a few people along the way, no matter how many times she saw it, she was still afraid of the dead.

"It's fine, don't be scared. Can't you see this old granny is a fine person who kills evildoers?" Yang Xiaohai comforted her softly.

What the old woman had done put his mind at ease. Surely she would not kill a villain one moment, then turn around and slaughter ordinary folk the next.

Besides, the two of them had given her a bowl of Red Oil Wontons earlier. Even if she had not eaten them in the end, there was still a little bond between them.

But unlike the steady Yang Xiaohai, the others around them could not manage it. The moment they saw that someone had truly died, they let out cries and scattered in all directions. The Old Daoist who had looked so immortal and sage-like earlier shouted the loudest and ran the fastest.

Yet compared to the others, the three monkeys clearly reacted in an entirely different way. "Mama, mama! Mama!! Mama!!"

The two monkeys whose skins had not yet been peeled off raised both hands high and bounced excitedly around the old woman.

"Come, come, don't move. Be good and let me have a look." Yang Xiaohai then watched the old woman carefully lift the monkey skins from their