Sinister Soul Skill

Chapter 62 Sinister Soul Skill

"Hurry up! We are already nearly a week behind schedule, and they should be getting impatient by now. If you cause me to get punished when we get back, I won't spare you!"

At night, a seemingly extremely skinny man drove a cart covered with a black cloth toward his destination.

Oddly enough, this cart was not pulled by horses, but by a person—a living, breathing person.

Moreover, the tall man pulling the cart in front and the man sitting on the cart both shared a crazed vibe.

Seeming to feel that the speed was still somewhat slow, the short man actually took out a horse whip and kept whipping the tall man pulling the cart in front.

The tall man showed no intention of resisting at all, just gritting his teeth like that and pulling the carriage behind him forward with all his might.

Gritting his teeth and pulling the cart like this, the tavern grew closer and closer. When they reached the back alley of the tavern, the man had no strength left at all, and just collapsed directly onto the ground, not moving a muscle.

"What a piece of trash, you've got no strength left after pulling just that little distance. Get up right now! Move all those corpses off the cart! We still have to throw them into the blood pool in a bit!"

"Don't even think about slacking off! And don't think about snitching either; the others won't care whether you live or die. Without you, we can get even more things from above."

"What's going on today? How come nobody has come to open the door for so long?"

Seeming to have grown somewhat impatient from waiting, the short man directly used a single palm strike to dismantle the