"But to me, that's not necessarily a bad thing."
Gu Cheng glanced around at the band of suicidal cannon fodder, a teasing glint in his eyes.
He had stayed in Chongshan County not only to collect Innate Demon Cores, but also to replenish his lifespan.
Even if this rabble didn't yield any demon cores, they could still give him a little lifespan. At least then, their deaths wouldn't be in vain.
"Well done. Here's your reward."
The bald, burly man in the lead tossed a piece of silver to the dark-faced boy who had guided them. Then he turned to Gu Cheng, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneer.
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, leave that Flood Dragon Horse and everything valuable on you, then go scamper back to your mother's arms and suckle!
"Iron Cloud City is a deep pool. It's no place for a greenhorn like you!"
"Big brother, the gang leader warned us a few days ago that he'd gotten a 'rare treasure.' He has to feed it fresh human blood every day..."
A sharp-faced underling leaned close to the bald man's ear and murmured his suggestion.
"This kid looks young and full of vigor. He seems like he'd produce plenty of good blood. Why don't we capture him and take him back? That'd be just the thing to report to the boss!"
"Good idea! I nearly forgot about that!"
The bald man's eyes lit up at this. He looked at Gu Cheng with even greater hostility.
"Kid, unlucky for you! I was going to let you keep your worthless hide, but it looks like you're out of luck!"
"Come quietly with us, and you'll spare yourself a beating!"
With that, he waved his hand.
His underlings immediately closed in with cruel