Zhang Chen set his eyes on the body of the Mouse Spirit, while Zhong Xiang naturally had his eyes on the treasure. Just as Zhang Chen was about to move towards the corpse of the Mouse Spirit, Zhong Xiang's foot tapped the ground, and the Mouse Spirit's body flew up on the spot, landing directly in Zhong Xiang's sleeve.
"You..." Zhang Chen stared at Zhong Xiang, stomping his foot in frustration.
"Consider this corpse my compensation, unless you want me to stab you in the butt in return." Zhong Xiang glared at Zhang Chen, subconsciously reaching out to tug down his shirt and using it to cover his pale, tender backside.
