After calling out several times without receiving any response, Liu Attendant expressionlessly turned around and lifted the curtain of the carriage behind him. Looking at the family head seated on the cushion inside, he said word by word, "Family Head, have you been listening to me at all?"
"Liu Attendant."
The middle-aged man seated on the carriage cushion remained silent for a long while, his expression complicated. Only then did he raise his head to look at Liu Attendant ahead of him and hesitate, "Tell me, if I chop off this last little bull too, is there a chance I could gamble out another White Trait, 'Strength of Nine Oxen'?"
"I don't know why."
"But I have an incredibly strong feeling that if I bring this blade down, I'll definitely gamble out another Strength of Nine Oxen!"
"..."
Liu Attendant expressionlessly looked at the family head's gambler-like fervor. With a soft sigh, he lowered the carriage curtain again without saying anything. He merely rubbed his temples and leaned against the carriage, feeling a headache begin to throb.
He no longer wanted to explain anything.
If the family head had not treated him rather well these past few days, he would have run off long ago.
Just what the hell was stuffed inside this man's head?
But at that very moment—
He suddenly felt the ground shaking violently. A thick stench of blood and rot swept into his nostrils with the gale. At the edge of his vision, a vast black mass of demonic beasts suddenly appeared, stampeding straight toward him.
The dense demonic aura had nearly taken physical form!
It would take at least several hundred thousand demonic beasts charging together to create such a commotion.
"Damn it!"
Liu Attendant shuddered violently, terror flashing deep in his eyes. Without another