Hou Qingshan, Chen Tu, and Du Xueling walked slowly, treading on rubble as they passed through the smashed ruins of the shop.
"Brother Qingshan," Chen Tu said with a smile. "What about those three over there?"
Hou Qingshan glanced over, his eyes lighting up slightly.
Up ahead, the old man holding the Broken Blade was advanced in years, but his vitality was still respectable. He was probably a Five-organ Grandmaster—mid-to-high-grade blood food.
The young man squatting on the ground, closing the little old beggar's eyes, had crystalline skin, and a faint aura of Life and Death seemed to circulate around his body. Hmm, high-grade blood food.
As for the last girl... though her face was obscured by a mask and sunglasses, her exposed arms and legs were like limbs carved from white jade. At the very least, she was also high-grade blood food!
Hou Qingshan grinned.
