The coachman slowly raised his head.
His expression could not be seen beneath the mask, but the exposed eyes revealed a vicious, sinister chill.
"Passenger."
"Don't cause trouble."
"Coachman, that lantern of yours is pretty unique. Is it made of human skin?" Jiang Qiao looked again at the lantern hanging at the front of the carriage. "Other people's lanterns are either white or red. Why is yours cyan?"
"Did you buy a fake?"
"Do you need me to help you call consumer protection?"
He casually reached over and touched the horse's rump. It was hard and coarse, like a wooden horse covered with a layer of inferior leather.
"This is a Soul Lamp."
Unexpectedly,
the coachman actually explained to Jiang Qiao. "It will carry us through the wilderness."
"Oh?"
"A Soul Lamp?"
Jiang Qiao suddenly understood, then shook his head. "I don't know what that is. But I think it's quite interesting. Coachman, can you give it to me?"
"Of course."
The coachman smiled, his smile extremely sinister.
"If you want it, just take it. I won't stop you..."
Before he could finish,
his gaze suddenly froze.
Jiang Qiao reached out and removed the lantern. "Then thank you very much, Brother Coachman. Good people are rewarded, and good people have a safe journey."
"Damn it!"
"How are you unharmed?!"
The coachman cried out in alarm, then snarled viciously, "Give it back!"
As he spoke,
he reached out to snatch the lantern.
"If you give someone something, how can you take it back? Brother Coachman, that's unreasonable of you." Jiang Qiao raised the lantern to block him, and the coachman's hand happened to touch it.
"Ah—!"
A shriek rang out.
The lantern's light dimmed, while the coachman's palm snapped back as if electrocuted. Half of his arm had turned charred and