Smir had not played any tricks.
Or, to be more precise, he had not played any tricks when it came to "leading Xu Xiao to find the Palu."
After a journey of moderate length, Smir soon stopped before a wide clearing.
With a casual gesture, he removed the restriction shrouding the area, revealing the scene within the clearing to everyone.
There stood several "small hills" as tall as a person.
They were made of corpses, piled together haphazardly—three in total.
The corpses on top were barely intact, their faces etched with fear and permeated by an undispersable aura of death beneath the sunlight.
The bodies underneath, however, were too gruesome to look at, twisted and deformed by the weight pressing down on them.
Those at the very bottom had completely lost even their basic human shape, mixed with the soil like black, rotting sludge in a swamp.
By rough estimate, each corpse mound contained around forty bodies.
The three mounds together amounted to a total of one hundred and twenty Palu.
"You bastard!!"
Eyes red, Ma Han grabbed Smir by the back of his collar.
"What did you do to them?!"
Smir instinctively shrank his neck, looking utterly timid as he was grabbed.
But very soon, he became completely fearless again.
He even laughed.
"As you can see, they're all dead. Hehehe..."
"Of course, I didn't kill them. I just starved them and didn't give them anything to eat."
"Who knew they wouldn't last long before they all starved to death?"
"You fucking bastard!!" Unable to endure it any longer, Ma Han threw a punch at Smir's face.
Though the blow left Smir's face a bloody mess, the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.
Instead, he grew even more arrogant.
"You'd better not hit me!"
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