Chen Qi wiped the counter,
"Mr. Bai Ou, you don't mind the condition of the corpse, do you?"
He could bring back the dead son of the other party.
Crack Lost Ones, if not dead, might very well become highly aggressive monsters.
Therefore, finding the body wasn't hard, but ensuring its integrity was.
Old Bai Ou spoke in a low voice after a long pause, "I don't mind, after death, the soul disperses; the body is just a chunk of flesh, no more use. However, my wife is a believer in the Church of the White Day, and she cares a lot about this matter.
If it's really not possible, bring back some relics, the crest on his chest, his black-edged golden glasses, or the magic bullet pistol he carried. There're also other things…"
What a vivid memory, Chen Qi accepted the payment of 100,000 Shell Coins and the crack file, taking the commission,
"I understand, I'll try to keep the body as intact as possible."
