Disheveled black hair,
with the entire body of Yu Ze sewn together by coarse thread,
holding his head as much as possible to delay death, while slowly turning to look at Luo Di who had his back turned.
"Hmm~ fellow villager, you have almost no divinity, yet you're so strong? Was it when you beheaded me, or had you already completed the process earlier... just haven't filled in the details?
Where did you learn this ability? I want to learn it too."
As soon as the words fell, Yu Ze's head could no longer be maintained, and his entire body shattered into pieces of flesh.
Yet the surface of these pieces seemed to bear some sort of product label, disappearing the moment they hit the ground, as if being recycled.
Strangely enough,
Yu Ze's voice didn't disappear, continuing to emanate from within a leather briefcase, and even a hand reached out making a farewell gesture:
