"Because of you, Azure Dragon beat me to death! Because of you, I had to hide all over North Mang! Because of you, Zhou Zhenjiang smashed my corpse to pieces!
What do you want now!? Everyone in North Mang knows that the Fortune Commerce Association has close ties with the Black King, so are you trying to get the Black King to beat me up too?
Answer me! Painter!!"
Each question brimmed with rage and accusation, mixed with a trace of grievance.
Bai Ye and Gao Bancheng had no idea what Gu Huangquan had gone through lately, but judging from the resentment in his words, it had surely been a terribly painful experience.
"Gasp!" Gao Bancheng sucked in a sharp breath at the absurd scene before him.
"Could this be a corpse reanimating because its resentment remained after death?!"
Bai Ye, meanwhile, noticed Gu Huangquan's mention of Azure Dragon and fell into thought.
Those two had run into Azure Dragon too? The Mortician had even been beaten to death? And he was still this lively after dying—what the hell was that about?
He had no choice but to reevaluate the pair's strength. They looked ridiculous, but they were genuinely powerful.
Even when facing the Pseudo-Human Azure Dragon, all he could do was make Azure Dragon flee. Yet this pair of scoundrels was still alive and kicking. They were truly formidable.
"What do you mean, because of me!?" The Painter, his hair disheveled from being smashed around, glared furiously at the Black Coffin. His once spotless white robes were now covered in dust.
"The ones who beat you were Azure Dragon and Zhou Zhenjiang! If you've got the guts, go vent your anger on them! What kind of skill is it to beat me up?"
He suddenly flipped over, pinned the