"Benefactor, you're awake?"
Can I go back to sleep now? Li Qingfeng's face remained blank as the thought flashed through his mind.
Dozens of heads rolled across the ground. Young and old, men and women—the little village that had been bustling moments ago fell deathly silent.
Even though Reincarnators weren't bound by worldly laws, it was rare for them to attack ordinary people with whom they had no conflict of interest.
Meng Qi scratched his face like Monkey and said, "Master, aren't you taking this a bit too far?"
Which version of Tang Seng was supposed to act like this? Journey to the West: The Sequel?
"You monkey, why aren't you searching the area? We mustn't let these benefactors' possessions go missing." Su Lin's tone held a hint of reproach.
"Elder Tang, the real White Bone Spirit is long gone," Zhang Mingyue said. "The monsters without backing were taken out by the people ahead of us, and even some with backing have been killed."
White Bone Spirit?
Li Qingfeng realized they had left Wuzhuang Temple and reached White Tiger Ridge. The first thing he had seen was Tang Seng killing the White Bone Spirit in an instant.
"Is that so? Thank you for the warning, Benefactor Zhang." Su Lin turned to Li Qingfeng. "I hear Captain Li is a veteran of Reincarnation Space. I imagine you know more about this Journey to the West instance."
Li Qingfeng nodded. "I know a little, but I never expected to be assigned a mission in this world."
His head still ached. Breaking free of Zhenyuanzi's control had drained his mental strength, leaving severe aftereffects, but at least he was alive.
After a moment's thought, he asked, "Are you all unfamiliar with this instance? I can tell you everything I know."
"No rush." Su