Volume One, Chapter Sixty-Five
More than half a day later, Zhao Fu returned from outside.
Shi Kuku sat in Zhao Fu's arms and said with a bewitching smile, "Where did you go? I missed you so much."
Holding Shi Kuku, Zhao Fu said, "I went to gather some information!"
Shi Kuku looked into Zhao Fu's eyes, feeling that he truly had his sights set on the Sacred Flower. But she had already told him just how powerful the Corpse Demon Kingdom was—why was Zhao Fu still acting like this?
Bang!
A dull sound rang out, followed by a clamorous uproar from downstairs. Shi Kuku frowned, intending to get up and see what had happened below.
Zhao Fu was somewhat interested as well, and he held her as they walked out.
A group of people had arrived downstairs. The person who had just been sent flying was Shi Ling. He truly seemed pitiful—first humiliated by Zhao Fu, and now bullied by this group as well.
That group was led by a pale, sinister young man. He was also the one who had just knocked Shi Ling flying. The young man said, "Our Third King has taken a liking to this inn. All of you, get the hell out."
Upon hearing the words "Third King," everyone's faces turned deathly pale. They immediately began frantically packing their belongings, preparing to leave the inn.
Shi Kuku's expression also turned rather unpleasant.
The Third King was the younger brother of the Corpse Demon King. Violent and cruel by nature, he often committed terrifying deeds. He also enjoyed eating people, especially corpse demons. Every day, he ate more than a dozen corpse demon children, and whenever he held a banquet, he would slaughter a thousand corpse demon children.
Everyone feared this Third King greatly and only