Inside the car, the little girl woke up, her round eyes wide as she looked at the Corgi trapped with her.
Zhào Yuánkē also offered a comforting smile, and with his round, chubby physique, he instantly healed the previously terrified little girl.
She carefully touched Zhào Yuánkē's head, and Zhào Yuánkē obediently nuzzled the little girl's body. Seeing this, the little girl lost her guard and hugged the Corgi tightly; her trembling body gradually calmed down.
At this moment, the car stopped. Jì Yìngyáng grew alert. His Soul Out-of-Body sensed two men skulking near a pile of debris in a warehouse. He observed the situation quietly.
Zhào Yuánkē also let out a sigh of relief.
"Don't worry, boss. Our cargo was caught fresh these past two days. They're lively and kicking, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
Hú Bīng said this fawningly to a person wearing a black robe and a skull chain around their hand. That person was also wearing a Ghost-Masked Mask.
While the two were talking, Hú Qiáng forcefully pulled the little girl, who was hugging Zhào Yuánkē tightly, down from the car. The three of them, however, did not act recklessly, communicating only with their eyes.
Wáng Qīngmù scattered Blood Beads all around the warehouse, and Jì Yìngyáng, having transformed into a Soul Body, kept urging the Blood Mist to manifest—what was called Blood Mist was, in fact, Spiritual Qi drawn from the Immortal Bone.
Jì Yìngyáng had previously hidden a Blood Bead on the little girl, just waiting for the Ghost-Masked Man to touch him before he would directly Open Heaven Official Gate to rescue her. He had to distract them first.
The two of them glanced at Jì Yìngyáng simultaneously. Jì Yìngyáng said nothing more, it was simply out of benevolence.
Hú Qiáng pulled the little girl in front of the Ghost-Masked Man. He examined her with those gloomy eyes, scaring the little girl so much that she couldn't lift her head. Hú Qiáng sensed the Ghost-Masked Man's displeasure and seized the girl's hair, forcing her head up.
Pain drew a few tears from the girl, but she fought back the tears welling in her eyes, knowing that the harder she cried, the more excited these people would become.
After some rough handling, the little girl's face was revealed, showing delicate features. Her messy hair actually added a touch of fragility to her appearance, paired with a simple white dress.
"Perfect, simply perfect."
The Ghost-Masked Man stroked the little girl's face, his entire expression filled with excitement.
"Screw your mother."
At this point, a dark-skinned young man walked over.
Hú Bīng, Hú Qiáng: "(-ι_-)."
Ghost-Masked Man: "What the hell is this piece of junk? It's pitch black. (??д?)b"
Jì Yìngyáng accelerated and launched himself in a sprint, crashing into the Ghost-Masked Man.
But just as he reached them, he was met face-to-face with a hammer, and blood and gore splattered onto all three of them.
The Ghost-Masked Man suppressed his anger, prioritizing the acquisition of the cargo. The two brothers, Hú Qiáng and Hú Bīng, both looked awkward. Hú Bīng glared fiercely at his younger brother; if he had known, he should have brought a knife.
The issue was that the public's danger awareness was too high—small knives were useless, and carrying long knives made it too easy to be spotted.
"Enough."
The Ghost-Masked Man threw the Skull Chain he had been stroking; Jì Yìngyáng's blood was automatically absorbed by the Skull Chain until not a single drop of blood trace remained surroundings.
"You two have been doing this for so many years, you should know how to handle this! This batch is good. Next time, remember not to leave any loose ends."
The Ghost-Masked Man was about to pull away when he suddenly felt something awkward in his hand, so he glanced down.
He realized it was a Corgi standing on its hind legs. He was holding the dog's front paw. Not believing what he saw, he picked it up with both hands and held it up to take a look.
"Aah—ptoo!"
A thick glob of phlegm was successfully spat squarely into the Ghost-Masked Man's mouth. It slid down his throat, leaving a trace of saltiness at the root of his tongue.
*Hiss.*
The furious Ghost-Masked Man tore Zhào Yuánkē into two pieces.
"Hiss."
The three of them felt the pain. Judging by the level of pain, this person wasn't very strong—only a little bit higher than the three of them.
The Ghost-Masked Man stared angrily at the Hú brothers: "The human! Where is the human?"
The two brothers stared at each other, completely bewildered.