The Ridge King of the Ji Family was already stiff, its body dry, hardened, and bumpy.
A great deal of pale blue fluorescent fluid had splashed onto the back of its neck, making Wang Han involuntarily think of Guangzi’s glowing joystick.
"Done?" Wang Han asked.
Chuliu was lying inside the car, speaking very weakly, "Rest! Must rest for at least a day!"
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