"None? Straighten that tongue of yours and speak properly, damn it. How could there be none?"
In a nearby mountain hollow, Wu Jinliang held a chain in one hand and pointed at Huang Yingying's nose with the other, warning him sternly.
A heap of Lord A-Xun's belongings lay scattered before them, the aftermath of Huang Yingying personally rummaging through them.
Naturally, Wu Jinliang had made him search, and naturally, the purpose was to find the Death-Defying Incense.
The problem now was that, after searching several times himself, Huang Yingying had delivered some unfortunate news: the Death-Defying Incense they wanted was not among these belongings.
By this point, Huang Yingying was also absolutely certain that this hulking bastard had gone to all this trouble to find the Death-Defying Incense.
"There really isn't any. Death-Defying Incense is a paste, and it gives off an unusual fragrance when burned. You know that without me telling you. But you've already examined every single thing here with your powers. There really isn't any!" Huang Yingying protested bitterly.
Wu Jinliang was hardly so easy to reason with. He suddenly punched Huang Yingying, sending him crashing to the ground, vomiting blood. Planting a foot on his chest, he drew a knife and pressed it against his neck, chuckling coldly. "Old Huang, let's stop wasting words. In that case, you're no use alive anymore. You know too much. If fate brings us together in the next life, we can visit the pleasure houses again. My treat."
Huang Yingying immediately shrieked in terror. "Master Gao, don't! I can make Death-Defying Incense! I'm still useful alive! Still useful!"
Wu Jinliang chuckled. "Sorry, but once you pass this village, there's no more shop. Once this window closes, that stuff will be useless. Old Huang, safe travels!"
With that, he moved to