In the night sky, after the blood cascaded, there were shadows swooping, blocked by the umbrella.
"Huang'er, is it tasty?" Qin Ming showed concern.
"Bah!" The umbrella shook, scattering those bloodstains, disintegrating the shadows, continuously spewing black smoke, as if a creature had eaten something bad, vomiting repeatedly.
"Are you still picky like this?" Qin Ming was astonished.
The golden silk parasol fluctuated, saying, "These remaining spirit bodies have been deeply polluted long ago. Purifying them is not enough to offset my consumption, it's a loss!"
Meanwhile, in the deep sea, Xie Jinglei and Qi Daozhen were stupefied, utterly shocked.
After the night deepened, the entire sea area was completely different. Around them, mounds undulated in the waves, decaying corpses floated along, and the whole expanse of water seemed to become a sea of death. Those children's laughter was particularly piercing, making one's skin crawl.
