However, he glanced around the cockpit, which was packed like a sardine tin. Four layers of human cushions were already stacked inside, and he himself sat directly on the backs of the disciples in the top layer.
There really was nowhere left to put anyone.
"No, no, I need to do something about these guys."
He had no interest in those so-called Sect points. To him, these people were walking Storage Bags.
The rules of the trade: take wealth, not lives.
That rule could not be broken, no matter where he went.
A little while later, Chun Xiaobai found an auspicious spot amid beautiful mountains and clear waters, then controlled the War Puppet to start digging into a steep cliff with a series of clangs.
After an hour, he had used the War Puppet's iron palms to carve out a cave a hundred feet across.
Then, as though hauling goods, he moved these "little gods of wealth" inside one by one, neatly arranging them in four and a half rows of ten.
He had harvested over forty Storage Bags, even the smallest of which had twenty cubic meters of space inside.
Of course, his most important haul was the full thirty mystic-tier War Puppets!
As for the rest, they were smaller humanoid puppets, but a faint, lingering stench of decay always seemed to seep from them.
At that moment, Chun Xiaobai was crouching inside the cave, studying a humanoid puppet with a frown.
"What the hell is this made of?" He leaned closer and sniffed, and his expression suddenly changed.
"This... this fucking thing was actually refined from a corpse?!"
Exactly!
These were corpses soaked in some special potion to make them impervious to blades and spears, then refined through a secret method into Human Puppets!
"No wonder the righteous