The tall old man looked shocked, "Damn it, could it be he's not really dead?"
He displayed a ghastly grin on his face, lowered his head, and glared at the envoy, Yin Zeze:
"Your attendant is not only disloyal but also quite problematic. Can you explain to me what exactly is going on with him?"
The hunchbacked elder, however, did not stay in place; he had already transformed into an arrow off the string, chasing into the well path.
The envoy was stunned, his mind blank: "???"
How could he know why Feng Ju didn't die? If he knew how Feng Ju escaped death, he wouldn't need to kneel and beg for mercy now?
Damn it...
How exactly Feng Ju managed to snatch his life back from these two old foxes, he really would love to copy his homework!
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The thick darkness, like ink that couldn't be dispersed, provided perfect cover for the silhouettes spying within.
