Human Life Was Worth Nothing
The leader was dead.
The Demoness curled her lip at the completely mangled corpse.
From the very beginning, this guy had been the most annoying one, so there was at least a seventy-to-eighty percent chance he had been the leader.
The next second, his entire body flew through the air and slammed into a huge boulder. The outer shell of his body remained more or less intact, but everything inside had been smashed to pieces. As for the man himself, he had been dead beyond dead for quite some time.
When you ran with the crowd, you had to pay your dues eventually!
"Was this guy hit by a train hero?"
Lu Sanhu had wanted to say "train engine," but the corpse was simply too artistically mangled. It looked like an egg-stuffed pancake—on the verge of falling apart, only a hair away from becoming a rag doll. An ordinary train engine could never have caused damage like that; the required technique was far too high. Thus, just before the words left his mouth, he changed his phrasing halfway through.
"..."
Zabu stared in horror at Qingyao Demoness, who was yawning out of boredom.
If Little Red Carp had not needed to stay with the Young Master, she would never have bothered coming out. Wasn't sleeping in the tent much better?
Or she could leech off the satellite router's Wi-Fi, open a dungeon instance—or send a wave of people to their deaths—or read an online novel and tip some young author with a golden grand alliance. Any of that would be better than wasting food here.
Even now, ordinary mortals still fell within the category of food in the Demoness's eyes. Food came in only two kinds: tasty and untasty.
With so much delicious food around