Brando came to the Goathead Cultists' leader and examined his condition. After a moment of surprise, he could only smile bitterly. Huang Huo's punch had completely shattered the man's jaw. His mouth was full of blood, and he lay in the muddy water like a dead fish. How was Brando supposed to interrogate him? He turned to look at Huang Huo, who rarely showed embarrassment as she stuck out her tongue.
"Leave him to me. I know how to make him talk." Fang Qi was the one who spoke. Brando had no idea when he had returned, but he was carrying the corpse of a Goathead Cultist in one hand. He had probably disdained the trouble of stripping the corpse. He tossed it onto a nearby dry mound and spoke.
"You?" Brando stared at him in surprise. His expression clearly said that he had never expected this man to be useful at all. He had brought Fang Qi along solely because they might need his blood to enter the Realm of Stagnation.
"Hmph. I don't want to wear those damn robes that reek of foulness. Aren't you going to Maltaha? I just won't enter the city. I'll wait for you in the wilderness."
"That's your condition?" Brando looked at him strangely. "You won't enter the city?"
"Relax. In the name of the Ghost Chariot, I swear I won't secretly run off on my own. Besides, I'm interested in the Mystery of Jade too."
"All right. If you insist..." Brando hurriedly cut him off, then pulled the writhing Goathead Cultists' leader from the muddy water and tossed him over. "We'll only be stopping briefly in Maltaha. You'll only need to stay in the wilderness for a few hours. Wait for us south of the town, and don't go too far. I'll