Qin He sat in the tree, examining his big toe while watching the Blood Crows gradually depart empty-handed.
Perhaps because he had ventured deep into the Western Regions, his big toe had been growing restless lately. His newly changed shoes had already been worn through again.
Several Blood Crows noticed the darkness beneath the canopy, but after taking two glances, they all left.
At the back of the Blood Crow squad, only one young-looking Blood Crow remained. It was skinny and short, with strength only at the early stage of the True Essence Realm.
Unlike the other Blood Crows, who obeyed orders without question and wore stern expressions, it was clearly very laid-back. Its face was full of careless indifference, with no vigilance to speak of.
Apparently finding the spear too inconvenient to hold, it had tied it to its waist with a rope. The rope was rather long, and the spearpoint dragged along the ground.
It also had a bow and arrow and a quiver on its back, but the arrows inside were a complete mess. Several had their arrowheads pointing upward. Who knew whether it would stab its own hand when drawing the bow and nocking an arrow.
When it spotted a beetle, it jogged over and caught it, pulled off its legs, and tossed it into the air. When the beetle flew, it giggled happily.
Then it lowered its head and spotted a black snake in the grass. It became even more excited, grabbed the snake, and tied seven or eight dead knots in it with crackling motions. This time it was even happier, dancing with joy.
Poor black snake—it instantly became a "turtle."
Qin He's mouth twitched as he watched.
He had seen plenty of slackers, but this was the first time he had seen such