Poor Sig

"Huh?"

"Kid, are you messing with me?"

Sig's brow twitched as he spoke angrily.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you had any trash to throw away. Seriously, why are you getting so mad?"

Ye Tong said speechlessly.

"Throw away trash?"

"I'll show you what trash is!"

"Boys, beat him into trash!"

Sig immediately ordered his lackeys.

At Sig's words, the bandits brandished their weapons and charged at Ye Tong.

"Sigh, I just wanted to pick up some trash!"

"Honestly, it's too hard."

Ye Tong drew Falling Rain and swung it out in an instant.

Though he had yet to reach the level of a master swordsman, he was more than enough to deal with these fodder.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

Amid the repeated sounds of blades snapping, the weapons in the bandits' hands broke one after another.

Flashes of cold light swept through the area, and the bandits fell one by one.

Droplets of water appeared on Falling Rain's blade, washing away the blood that had stained it.

"Damn, Falling Rain even has Murasame's effect?"

"I..."

"Bleurgh..."

Just as Ye Tong was about to say something to Sig, scenes of crimson filled his vision.

In his previous life, he had never killed anyone. He had not even killed a chicken.

Now, with so many corpses lying before him, a wave of nausea hit him instantly.

"You..."

"Y-you-you..."

Sig's hand, which gripped his sword, trembled nonstop. All he could say was, "You, you, you..."

He could not get out another word.

A few minutes later, Ye Tong had thrown up everything he had eaten over the past two days.

Once there was nothing left but stomach acid, Ye Tong finally stopped.

As for Sig, forget attacking Ye Tong—he could not even run away.

"Say, Sig, I only wanted to pick up some trash. Why were you being so uncooperative?"

"Hurry up and throw something down. Make up for my wounded heart."

Although Ye Tong still felt awful, the nausea and dizziness lingering in him,

picking up trash was still the most important thing!

"I'll throw it away! I'll throw it all away!"

As Sig spoke, he tossed everything on his body onto the ground.

"That's more like it. If you'd done this sooner, none of this would have happened."

Ye Tong said as he picked up the things on the ground.

"I've thrown everything away. Can I leave now?"

Sig asked tremblingly.

He had thought he had found a fat sheep, but instead, he had delivered himself straight into the jaws of a fierce tiger.

"Nothing else?"

Ye Tong raised his head and spoke slowly.

"Nothing left. I even threw out my underwear. What more do you want from me?"

"Do I have to throw out my mother too?"

Sig sounded aggrieved.

To save his life, he was now stark naked.

"Uh, then you can go."

"Oh, and take your underwear with you. It stinks too much."

Ye Tong said with disgust.

"Aah..."

Upon hearing that, Sig let out a miserable cry and quickly fled the area.

"Ding! Picked up Sig's longsword. Obtained Basic Swordsmanship 2."

"Ding! Picked up Sig's..."

Afterward, Ye Tong picked up everything on the ground.

"Heh, no wonder this guy showed up several times. The rewards aren't bad!"

After checking what he had obtained, Ye Tong said directly.