The White Crane True Lord stretched in a long, luxurious yawn.
Just now he had been like a gourmand who, in one breath, had devoured three fresh, tender oysters — his face was full of satisfaction.
That kind of pleasure could only be enjoyed by him; the two Generals of Increase and Decrease would never taste such a thing.
Well, they simply wouldn’t dare act up in front of that person.
Otherwise the White Crane really wanted to borrow those three sets of cards, summon the Increase-and-Decrease, and make them stand to the side watching while he ate — that would have made it even more delectable.
With the problem of the souls dealt with, it was time to deal with the bodies.
After all, righteous practitioners didn’t savor corpses that were too clean — they weren’t Runsheng’s taste.
Once the White Crane True Lord went down to rest and the vertical pupils faded, Lin Shuyou, following Tan Wenbin’s orders, moved the three bodies to a nearby garbage station.
A small cement pier, probably under three cubic meters in volume, had been marked somehow; a huge heap of trash covered and extended from it, piled into a little mountain.
Although Yinmeng was gone, the corpse-dissolving solution she had formulated could still be used.
It was one of the few formulas she had managed to stabilize.
Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle…