Man Wuxie was tripping hard by this point.
He lay on the ground, writhing like a worm.
Trash though he was, the bastard still had some use; they could follow the vine to unearth the melon, tracing the network behind their corpse-trafficking operation. Later on, when bodies were being shipped over to Penglai Pavilion, Wang Han could secretly infuse them with some primordial yang *qi*, which might even bring a smile to the old pavilion master's face.
Chapter 815