As the box fell, a blood-soaked head slowly rolled out. The head's features were extremely gruesome, its eyes bulging and its lips purple.
Under the moonlight, seeing such a scene would be enough to scare a normal person to death.
Jun Buwu recoiled in shock, stumbling back and gasping for breath.
Wen Qingye glanced over and couldn't help but shake his head. "This Ring Spirit was truly dark-hearted, to have a hobby of collecting heads."
"That's terrifying! Isn't the Ring Spirit a monk? How could he be so vicious and cruel?" Jun Buwu said in disbelief.
Wen Qingye shrugged and said slowly, "You're too naive."
Hearing Wen Qingye's words and witnessing the scene before him, Jun Buwu lapsed into deep thought. The sight dealt a massive blow to his simple heart, which had never been exposed to the world's darkness.
Not every genius is tested by the cruelty of life and death, or the darkness of the world. Many perish during such trials.
