"": 200,
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"": ""You have my respect, Mr. Luo. I won't waste words. I'll take these things. I'm getting the better end of the deal this time, but as you said, we both benefit."
"Once I've cleaned up this mess, we have to sit down for a proper drink. Next time, it's settled: corpses for me, ghosts for you. If we find anything good, we split it evenly, fair and square. I won't let you lose out again."
Spittle flew from Fan Jie's mouth, and he could not hide his excitement.
Only after he finished speaking did Fan Jie begin clearing away the bodies on the ground.
Luo Bin tucked the Calling Bell and the Bronze Club close to his body, keeping them hidden beneath his clothes.
He opened the Cloth Pouch, intending to take out a copper bead and examine it.
For some reason, that heart-pounding sense of alarm welled up again.
His instincts told him he probably should not touch it directly.
After all, when a copper bead struck someone, it immediately took their soul.
Would touching it directly cause trouble?
While Luo Bin was pondering this, Fan Jie suddenly murmured in surprise, "What's this?"
Luo Bin raised his head and looked at Fan Jie.
Fan Jie was holding Lu Si by both hands.
Earlier, Luo Bin had dragged Lu Si's body over by the head. Fan Jie handled him a little differently.
Lowering his head, Fan Jie studied Lu Si's palms.
He tugged hard and pulled a glove off each hand. At first glance, it looked as though he had peeled away the skin.
But the skin was not Lu Si's. They were simply gloves made of human skin.
"Doesn't this brat find them creepy?" Fan Jie clicked his tongue.
"Mr. Fan, let me see."