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"I knew it, isn't my AOE spot on?"
Qin Muye stood on a crack of the Wolf Fang Club, with an old human head beside him for company. He recognized this head—it was the owner of the Safe Hotel, or rather, the Safe Hotel was him. Then, he got half his body blasted to oblivion for no good reason.
"Still alive... oh, wrong, you were already dead. Can you still move? If you can, blink an eye." Qin Muye kindly asked if there was any breath left in him; if there was, he would send him off as a courtesy of the Ghost Path.
But there was no response, so it saved Qin Muye the trouble.
Besides that, Qin Muye also saw what caused this mess—it was none other than some protagonist with a poor stomach, now on the run, pursued by a one-eyed giant ghost towering five stories high and with a mess of human hands and heads on his body, looking utterly unserious.
Lucky for him, he had the strength Qin Muye considered perfect for manual labor.
