Li Sui sat dejectedly atop the belly of a dead horse, head bowed and lips pursed as she stared at nothing, lost in thought. The bandit corpses sprawled all around her lay in gruesome, miserable states.
Meanwhile, Chen Bin stood off to one side with his street-performing apprentices, silent as cicadas in winter. Forget running—they did not even dare twitch.
He had miscalculated. The bandits had been no match for this thing! They had not even managed to harm a single hair on her head. This thing had become a spirit!
Having finished sulking, Li Sui turned around, bent down, and began searching the bandits' waists for money to collect.
"G-Great Immortal! We'll help you, we'll help you!" Having witnessed the supernatural powers of the thing before them, Chen Bin no longer had the slightest desire to resist. He had completely submitted.
"Thank you."
"Wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare." Chen Bin waved his hands again and again in terrified humility. All he hoped now was that he and his apprentices could prove useful enough not to be swallowed alive by this thing.
"M-Master, this young lady might not be an evil spirit, right? What evil spirit would need silver?"
At those words, everyone instinctively looked toward Li Sui again. Just then, she lifted her skirt, and several black tentacles entwined with fur crawled out from beneath it.
At that sight, everyone's faces turned green. They immediately lowered their heads and rummaged through the corpses, no longer daring to entertain another thought.
Half an incense stick later, Chen Bin trembled as he carried some broken silver and copper coins over to Li Sui. He forced a fawning smile onto his wrinkled face. "Great Immortal, this is truly all there is. We absolutely wouldn't dare pocket even half a coin. You know it