Demon Subduing Pestle

Qin He hated guessing what other people were thinking most of all.

Tomorrow, then.

Just then, Wang Tie Zhu and Ma Fei returned as well.

They carried three Corpse Bags in their hands.

With the corpses laid out on the Corpse Purification Platform, there were four in total.

The one sent from the palace was intact, with only two small holes in its chest where an arrow had pierced through its heart.

But when Wang Tie Zhu and Ma Fei poured out the Corpse Bags—

Good heavens, it was in pieces.

Like a slab of pork hacked apart by a flurry of blades; you had to turn it over and over several times before you could tell which side was which.

The two beasts only dared put one corpse in each Corpse Bag. If they got mixed into one pile, purifying the corpses later would become quite the spectacle.

Wang Tie Zhu was grinding his back teeth in irritation as he snapped at Lamborghini. "The corpse was smashed to bits. Why did you use so much force?"

"It was so dangerous at the time. How could I think about that much?" Lamborghini immediately retorted.

"A tenth of that force would have been enough," Ma Fei muttered.

"You weren't the ones being hunted down." Lamborghini was displeased.

"..."

"Enough. Why so much talking? Get to work." Seeing both sides about to start bickering again, Qin He settled the matter with one word. Then he fished out a blackened object from beneath the bedding and asked, "Who can tell me what this is?"

The three beasts froze, then looked at one another, all wearing baffled expressions.

The blackened thing looked like a sword hilt.

They had never seen it before.

"The sable demon... brought... brought it back." At that moment, Old Ape,