Night had grown deep.
Qing Zhe's group of Mushroom People, five in all, were fully prepared. Each of their eyes gleamed like hungry wolves.
They were no strangers to this sort of thing. Murdering and robbing people was practically second nature to them, and that familiar feeling left them extremely excited.
Doing evil was addictive.
Once the evil gene was etched into their bones, the more evil they did, the more addicted they became. The more wicked the deed, the easier it was to get hooked. And this group of Mushroom People led by Qing Zhe was clearly addicted to evil. Their eyes now shone with a savage, bloodthirsty light like hungry wolves. They had cast their clan's bloodline and karmic retribution completely out of mind.
They had only one thought now: take down those three fat sheep and seize their silver coins and raw stones. This windfall, which they had dreamed about day and night, was about to fall into their hands. How could they not be excited?
"Xiao Qi, it's your turn to move out." Qing Zhe gave the order.
Xiao Qi had long been eager to try. After receiving Qing Zhe's order, he chuckled and said with the air of someone thoroughly familiar with the task, "Brothers, wait for my good news."
Although each member of Qing Zhe's group of Mushroom People had different specialties, all of them had their own distinguishing traits. Xiao Qi's specialty was his cleverness. He was skilled at underground operations, scouting and pathfinding, moving around in tight spaces, evading mechanisms, and planning routes. Those were his forte.
Basically, on every mission to kill and rob, Xiao Qi was responsible for scouting the area and finding the route. He had never failed.
"Hahaha, you're crazy. Following those useless idiots around, how could you