In just a moment, the short, stocky man reappeared where he had been.
The instant he saw the tall, lean man's charred corpse, tears silently streamed from his eyes.
But before he could say anything about avenging him,
a quiet voice came from beside him.
"Just as Little Friend Tian Shuo said, he really wasn't dead."
"Perfect. We can take him back for questioning."
As he spoke, Porcupinefish Douluo unleashed his sixth Soul Skill. A poisoned needle shot straight into the short man's body.
The man had no strength to fight back. The moment the attack landed, he collapsed to the ground and fell unconscious.
Just as Porcupinefish Douluo was about to leave with the man slung over his shoulder, he suddenly seemed to think of something. He hurried over to the charred corpse, muttering as he went.
"Little Friend Tian Shuo said that if they had any Soul Bones in their bodies, I could have them. And if they don't suit me, I can turn them over to His Excellency the Grand Pontiff. That'll be another contribution!"
As he said this, he was already happily feeling around for the treasures.
Inside the carriage, Yu Tianshuo and Qian Renxue sat side by side, their fingers still interlocked.
The sunlight had already filled the carriage with a warm glow, and now a faintly flirtatious air hung between them.
But before Yu Tianshuo could start a conversation, a sudden force tugged at his hand, making him stumble and press against Qian Renxue.
The atmosphere inside the carriage grew even more charged.
Qian Renxue herself wasn't quite sure what she was doing. She just wanted to repay Yu Tianshuo for saving her moments ago.
So she followed her instincts, pulling him to her side and gazing without blinking at the man who