Ma Lou rolled his slightly sore shoulders, and the grin on his face turned a little sleazy again.
Once his mood recovered, the fine tradition etched into the Fourth Catastrophe's DNA immediately seized the high ground of his intellect.
Looting corpses!
"This was a Second Tier priest, and apparently a big shot from Blood-Weeping Ridge. He ought to drop something good, right?"
Rubbing his hands together, Ma Lou eagerly crouched beside the corpse and began his professional looting routine.
But after searching for ages, he found nothing.
The only thing on the guy that looked remotely valuable was the Eyeball Staff in his hand.
"Damn it, another useless staff that only Abyss classes can use!"
Ma Lou curled his lip in disdain.
Unless he took it back to sell to Smiley or Phone Bro as a toy, ordinary players couldn't even equip the thing.
Besides, he still had to travel with a knight weighing over a hundred pounds on his back. Carrying another heavy bone stick would only weigh him down.
Without hesitation, Ma Lou tossed the staff into a mud pit.
Then he brushed the mud off his clothes and hurried back to Kairils, who lay some distance away.
Kairils's eyes remained tightly shut, his face deathly pale. His chest rose and fell faintly; he had clearly slipped into a deep coma.
If not for those faint movements of his chest, he would have been no different from a corpse.
"Brother, you've got to hang in there."
Ma Lou gritted his teeth and carefully hoisted Kairils onto his back again.
"Hold on a little longer! I'll take you to Graycliff Town right now. They should be able to save you there!"
Just as Ma Lou secured Kairils on his back and prepared to leave, the sky went completely dark.