I'm a Medical Student, and You Want Me to Be a Corpse Collector?
Chapter 1863

Black Monks, Their Plan

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Grey Master's intelligence was very important.

Senior Brother currently had a physical body.

Although I didn't know how Golden Spring, that demonic Daoist, had managed it, having a physical body meant he could be killed.

That would make completing Yellow Springs's mission much easier.

As for this "setup," I didn't know much about it. I could only wait for Grey Master to arrive before asking about the situation.

Grey Master arrived at around ten in the morning.

After entering the room, Grey Master sniffed around.

He glanced in Blazing Fire's direction, but because of the angle, he didn't notice him.

I didn't mention it either and simply asked directly, "Grey Master, what's going on over there exactly?"

Grey Master grinned slyly. "Here's the thing. Haven't I been lurking around the place you mentioned these past few days?

"To avoid alerting them, I even revealed my true form and hid in a crack in the rocks by the mountain wall.

"I didn't dare drink a single drop of water..."

He was fishing for sympathy!

Without wasting words, I took out the lamp oil I had prepared. "Grey Master, I keep my word. Not a gram short of three jin."

It was packed in a plastic bag. The moment he saw the three jin of lamp oil, his eyes went straight, and he became especially excited.

His nose twitched. "So fragrant, so fragrant. Lamp oil, lamp oil..."

He couldn't put it down, constantly stroking it while sniffing and consuming its scent.

In the end, he carefully scraped off the tiniest bit with his fingernail and put it into his mouth.

He swallowed it with rapturous delight, savoring it. "Delicious, delicious!"

Seeing him ramble on for so long without getting to the point, I hurriedly said, "Grey Master, business first."

"Right, right, business

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