"Where were you when they were cannibalizing people before?"
Jian Jia gritted her teeth,
"But... if I act like this too, then... then what's the point of revenge..."
Then, silently, a Daoist suddenly appeared in front of her. His hollow eye sockets, dark as abysses, stared at her quietly while grinning,
"Then accompany him in death."
Jian Jia was startled and suddenly opened her eyes.
In front of her was no one, only the Gate Valve's vermillion gate, standing quietly like a blood-smeared beast.
The furious roar of that dog bastard "kill! kill! kill!" echoed still, but her lungs were icy, her heart pounding wildly, almost leaping out of her throat.
"What...?"
Jian Jia instinctively turned her head to search for the Daoist, then suddenly froze.
At the end of the avenue, stood a figure, a swordsman, not the Daoist from before.
