"Let's eat the Immortal Beast roasted for us first!"
"When Old Chen returns, I'll roast for him personally!"
While eating the roasted wings from the Immortal Beast, everyone wore odd expressions. The batch that Wan Bocheng had just roasted was charred outside and bloody inside, discarded to the side.
...
On the opposite mountain, along the mountain path, Chen Wenquan suddenly heard a "plop" sound behind him.
Another "thud" sound followed.
Upon turning around, he saw a person covered in talisman paper, who had fallen and revealed themselves, a bloody hole on their head, oozing red syrup-like blood.
His face instantly paled. Trembling, he reached into his pocket to feel the USB flash drive his junior brother gave him, then went to fetch his phone.
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