Steve's Death

After discovering the dead city of the Supernatural World in the sky, Jiang Qiao began wandering all over Yue City.

He had just happened to pass by when he saw a foreigner making a phone call and mentioning something about Divine Blood. Although Boss Jiang's command of foreign languages was nothing to write home about, he managed to understand the gist through a combination of guesswork and inference.

If you didn't understand something, you had to ask.

It was a very simple principle.

Thus, Jiang Qiao immediately showed himself, intending to confirm a few things with the foreigner and, incidentally, find out what he was doing here.

"You'd better speak Xia Country's language... You do speak it, right?"

Jiang Qiao asked with a beaming smile.

However, in Steve's eyes, that smile carried an inexplicable terror. The seemingly harmless young man before him was an existence even the undead crows couldn't detect.

Even that old woman, Yang Xue, couldn't walk past the undead crows without attracting their attention.

In other words.

This young man might be even more terrifying than Yang Xue!

"Damn it!"

"What the hell is going on? Why have so many old monsters appeared...?"

In Steve's eyes, Jiang Qiao looked only a little over twenty, but he was certainly like that hundred-year-old girl, having altered his appearance through supernatural power.

Having just suffered a major loss at the hands of that old woman, he had also grown wiser.

He hurriedly swallowed the foreign language that was about to escape his lips and replaced it with halting Xia Country speech:

"Neigh hao... Wo called Steve..."

"Hello. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Steve. Now, can you tell me what Divine Blood is?" Jiang Qiao asked with a polite smile. "And why are you here?"

"Uh... I came here to..."