The Daoist

As the voice rang out, a sound of flesh writhing suddenly came from her body. Even the trusty high-powered flashlight began to flicker as if it had a loose connection.

In the wavering light, the woman's eyes grew brighter and her features more beautiful. She gave another soft laugh, now with undisguised amusement and contempt in her voice. "If you've never taken a Yin Longevity Pill, I'm afraid you won't survive in this cruel world. Let me put you out of your misery. Oh, and do you have any more Yin Longevity Pills?"

The woman was finally going to attack.

Xia Lun shook his head, then smiled too.

After enemies had openly provoked him twice in a row, he was beginning to understand what sort of city Sorrow Hill City was.

In short, Sorrow Hill City was a miniature Whitewash City!

He was still confused about the city as a whole, but his years of living—and making a fortune—in Whitewash City had given him a clear plan for clearing this scenario: kill!

He would start with the man-eating thing in front of him. It was only right!

His heartbeat quickened. A fierce hunger to kill surged through his body with every pulse. Xia Lun narrowed his eyes and studied her closely. "No Yin Longevity Pills left, but I've got plenty of Copper Bullets. Would you like some?"

"Pupil Purple Pill?" The woman noticed Xia Lun's heated gaze and giggled. She walked toward him slowly, her figure stretching and twisting in the light like a long, thin specter. "Never heard of it, but I bet you'll taste good too. Don't bother resisting. Give up now, and I'll give you a little treat."

A fight was about to break out.

But at the next moment, something unexpected happened.

Orange-red firelight suddenly spilled