Gongxi Chou said, "He was, after all, at the peak of the fifteenth rank, Shao Shang Zao. He was only a hair's breadth from breaking through; he wouldn't die that easily."
Jimò Can's eye-roll grew even more pronounced.
"Then why not take his head while he's too weak to fight back? Are you going to wait until he breaks free?"
Gongxi Chou fell silent.
That was a very good point.
Even after personally cutting off that obnoxious head, Gongxi Chou still felt as if he were dreaming, unable to believe it was real... Tang Guo was really dead? It had all happened rather too easily and abruptly. But the head was right there in his hands; it couldn't be a hallucination.
"He... really is dead?"
Jimò Can said, "Mm."
"He really is dead?"
Jimò Can was rarely so patient. "Mm."
Gongxi Chou raised the head and laughed, pumping his fist.
"He really is dead!"
He spun around in celebration.
"My great revenge is complete! Hahahaha—"
He laughed for a long time, then realized he was the only one laughing.
"Why aren't you laughing?"
Jimò Can asked in return, "Why would I laugh like an idiot?"
Gongxi Chou fell silent.
Was this really the husband his mother had chosen?
Didn't they say the High Priest was favored by the gods?
Was this the gods' taste?
A mouthful of blood caught in his throat, and his joy faded somewhat. But never mind. Jimò Can didn't know how to celebrate, but he could share the news with his uncle and the others. He had killed the three masterminds, including King Zhi, and the executioner Tang Guo...
It would bring them some comfort, too.
But before Gongxi Chou could speak, their bodies began disappearing from the feet upward. He hurried toward them.
"Uncle—"
His