Dare Rage, Dare Not Speak

That night, the wind was high and the moon was dark.

Corpse Burning Room No. 7.

Wang Tie Zhu, Ma Fei, and the others were so busy in the Corpse Burning Room that steam seemed to rise from their heads.

The Bloodwing Bat King's corpse had been smashed to pieces, especially its two wings. For Wang Tie Zhu, this Corpse Purification was quite a challenge.

Meanwhile, Qin He lounged leisurely at the entrance, sipping fragrant tea as he waited for the four fools to come knocking.

Sure enough, before long.

More than a dozen carriages arrived, and the four men appeared. What they carried in their hands and on their shoulders were all corpses.

Eleven in total... one was missing.

At that moment, all four looked utterly dejected, as though their parents had died.

"Great Immortal... uh, Master Hua, as instructed, the four of us have brought back the corpses of those villains from the Heaven Punishing Bureau." Yan Jingdan forced out a smile uglier than death itself and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Master, we searched for a long time."

"Some of the corpses had drifted far away."

The other three also hurriedly spoke. At this point, the one who looked somewhat more "normal" was actually Liang Hengshi, who had previously been listless and dispirited.

"It seems one is missing." The corners of Qin He's lips lifted slightly as he asked, "Did it... drift away?"

The moment those words were spoken, the frustration and fury on the four men's faces nearly became impossible to conceal. Their jaws and molars kept working.

"One got away!" Hong Hao stomped his foot.

"One got away?"

"Where's the Golden Armored General?"

"Dead."

"Oh dear, that's bad." Qin He feigned shock and slapped his thigh. "This is going to be difficult. The Golden Armored General