The Pig-Headed Man stiffly rolled his cloudy eyes.
The moment he got a clear look at Yin Chao, his yellowed eyes opened wider than ever before.
He had never seen one-never seen a pure white spiritual form.
It was like a bowl of plain rice: whatever side dish you paired it with would determine its flavor.
Longing showed in the Pig-Headed Man's eyes, sending a chill of disgust through Yin Chao.
He frowned slightly and asked coldly, "Where's the entrance to the Warehouse?"
The Pig-Headed Man laughed, a deep, raspy voice spilling from his thick pig mouth.
"You want to go to the Warehouse? I can send you there."
Yin Chao didn't believe these Hell Hunters would be that kind. He curled his lip and got straight to the point. "What's your condition?"
The Pig-Headed Man shifted his obese body a step forward. He seemed so excited that his voice trembled.
"I want to... taste you. You fascinate me so much, like the muse of my dreams!"
Faced with such an undisguised declaration of love from a monster, Yin Chao wasn't the only one who wanted to throw up.
The livestream chat erupted too.
Yin Chao saw a glittering gold chat box float across the screen over and over.
King Yin Rui: Aaaaah, you fat pig!
King Yin Rui: Stay away from my son!
King Yin Rui: I can't take it. Can you point the camera away from that fat pig for a while? He's so ugly I'm about to puke.
The livestream viewers were used to King Yin Rui calling Xiao Zhao her son.
Everyone seemed to have accepted that this lavish-spending King Yin Rui was probably one of Xiao Zhao's mom fans.
In fact, her way of addressing him was relatively restrained among all the cries of "baby,"