Li Huowang stared at the seventy-nine Yangshou Pills floating in the bloody water, his heart in turmoil. What does he mean by giving me these Yangshou Pills?
Perhaps he wanted Li Huowang to consume them, or maybe he was trying to explain why he had become what he was. This question was destined to remain unanswered, for the Man-Ghoul was already dead—dead beyond any possibility of revival.
With his longsword pointed at the corpse, Li Huowang paused for a moment before bringing his sword down, hacking the Man-Ghoul's body into pieces to ensure it would not move again.
After that, he bent down, placed the seventy-nine Yangshou Pills into his gourd, and turned to the terrified old people. "Don't stop! Keep moving!"
The old people looked exhausted, but their previous, nauseating actions had extinguished any shred of respect for the old or care for the young in Li Huowang. If he could have carried all the children by himself, he would have stabbed each of those elders to death.
