Keep It for Next Time

In less than half an hour, dozens of loudspeakers had been distributed at every intersection in Pine Town.

The sounds rose and fell, echoing all around them—some far away, some close by.

Feng Gui felt as though his brain was about to explode. Below him, Jiang You had long since put on noise-canceling headphones and was lounging leisurely in a wicker chair.

She crossed her legs, while the silver saber lay across them, gleaming coldly.

After running all over the town, Broken Palm collapsed at her feet like an exhausted dog, lying limp and panting. Of course, this thing had no tongue...

The empty town continued to echo with the blaring shouts from the loudspeakers.

Feng Gui found his feelings at that moment difficult to describe. They were incredibly complicated. He hoped that monk would come out, yet also hoped he would only appear after Feng Gui was dead...

The feeling of wanting to die, but not wanting to die too miserably, was simply overwhelming.

The old man's only remaining eye alternated between widening with excitement and revealing traces of fear.

No one could truly be unafraid of death. If they had a choice, who wouldn't want to live a good life?

The most painful thing wasn't death, but the process of waiting for death.

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.

"It looks like that monk is most likely not here. Of course, there's also a chance he's hiding nearby and watching us, so we need to use the final method to test it."

Jiang You yawned, rose from her chair, and looked at Feng Gui with the Miao Saber in hand. "Old man, are you ready?"

Feng Gui said, "I-I think that monk might not have heard us yet. How about we wait a little longer?"