Before he could finish, Flood Great Shaman cut him off. "I mean people who can actually lend a hand right now. As for anyone who can only flap his mouth, don't bother inviting him."
Before Flood Great Shaman's voice had faded, muffled snorting sounds rose around him again.
Everyone knew who could do nothing but flap his mouth right now, and they understood even better why Flood Great Shaman had said that.
But everyone also knew and understood that it really would be best if that man did not come. His absence would be best.
Better still if he never even found out.
Right now, any of them had the strength to slap the couple dead, practically without blowing away a speck of dust. But none of them dared do it: slapping him dead like that would count as intervention by an irresistible force.
And since it was an irresistible force, the result would only be to do him an enormous favor, completing his Mortal World Incarnation ahead of time!
Yes, Mortal World Incarnation was just that badass.
And once that certain someone and his wife finished their Mortal World Incarnation, the person who had killed him would face the couple's joint retaliation, under the grand name of revenge! Revenge for a life-and-death grudge!
When that time truly came, there really would be nowhere to plead your case!
Because the place you would most likely be going was the Netherworld!
With that man's temperament, if you gave him such a wonderful excuse, having the sky rise three feet across tens of thousands of miles would probably be getting off lightly!
But if he came, you would not dare beat him to death, while he would dare provoke you-and do it brazenly, with his own red mouth and white teeth.
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