Who Dares Call Themselves Immortal

Feng Jun put away the small crossbow and turned to Lang Zhen. "You can deal with these corpses, right?"

Lone Wolf nodded. "I have Corpse-Dissolving Powder. Just dissolve them."

"Search their packs," Feng Jun said flatly. "See what they had on them."

He did not even need to say it. Even Lone Wolf's daughter knew to pick things off corpses, let alone Lone Wolf himself.

Before long, Lang Zhen had searched them all. There were over thirty gold leaves, more than two hundred silver dollars, and over three hundred copper coins. Most valuable of all, he found more than a dozen medicine bottles.

Gu Shisan also had two books wrapped in animal hide on him.

The two did not have time to inspect their spoils closely. They dug a pit not far from the roadside and threw all the corpses inside. Lang Zhen pulled out a thumb-sized oil-paper packet from his waist and sprinkled the brown powder inside over them.

Under the motorcycle's headlights, the many corpses melted into liquid at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Jun tossed the dozen or so copper coins he had picked up into the pit full of liquid. Expressionless, he said, "There. That's the money for your lives. Rest in peace."

A dozen copper coins for a dozen lives was truly a bargain, but he felt not the slightest guilt.

You could forcefully buy and sell my things, so of course I could forcefully buy and sell your lives.

Their weapons could not be dissolved. Lang Zhen bundled them into two stacks and handed them to Feng Jun. "Here, put them in your storage bag. These weapons most likely bear marks of the Gu Family, so they shouldn't be seen right now."

Feng Jun glanced at him sidelong and asked with