4357: C4357 Can You Cut Back a Little Bit on the Routine!

C4357 Can You Cut Back a Little Bit on the Routine!

2Therefore, the only way Yan Bao'er could earn a living was not in Human World, which meant that she was unable to earn money.3

Since she couldn't earn any money, it was obvious how difficult it would be for Yan Bao'er to leave Zhang Xiaofann's side.

Now, he lived with Zhang Xiaofann and followed behind him.

At least she wouldn't have to worry about food and shelter, and wouldn't have to live a miserable life of eating, eating, and living. She would be able to happily play around in the Human World.

Thinking up to this point, the corners of Yan Bao'er's mouth curled up, and she couldn't help but reveal a sweet smile.

This scene was naturally seen by Zhang Xiaofann who was beside him without any mistakes. He recorded it in his heart and silently cursed.

"This naughty girl, could she have set me up on purpose?!"

"Em mm …" "Not a person, not a person at all. The Underworld has its ways, I want to return to the city ah …

"..."

"Awoo —!

At this moment, a miserable howl suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the morning.

Although the interior of a small wooden house wasn't that big, the window glass was completely covered by a thick, black, opaque curtain.

Even though it was already bright outside, inside this wooden house, it was still as dark as the night.

At the center of the wooden house was a camphor barrel that was about as tall as a person. The barrel was filled with a reddish-brown colored medicinal bath that was filled with an extremely strange dark brown blood that was floating on it.

Beneath the wooden barrel was a bonfire that burned fiercely. This made the small wooden house even more pungent with the pungent smell of Chinese medicine.

"Creak …"

At that moment, the door to the wooden house was pushed open from the outside. Very soon, an old woman with a horse face walked in with a stooped body. Her face was covered with wrinkles and age spots.

The horse-faced old woman's figure was small and thin, and her entire person was covered by a long black robe.

She squinted her eyes, and waved the five fingers of her right hand, releasing a burst of Vital Spirit energy. The burning bonfire looked like a bucket of gasoline had been poured onto it, and the fire was many times stronger than before.

As the intensity of the fire gradually increased, the screams of the man soaking in the barrel also increased by an octave.

The horse-faced old woman completely ignored the man with the severed arm's miserable cry. She took out a handful of medicinal ingredients from under her black robe and threw it into the wooden barrel that was repeatedly boiling.

As the man with the severed arm let out hysterical, hoarse cries, dark brown poisonous blood continuously dripped out from the wound on his arm.

However, a process like this, from the early hours of yesterday until now, has been more than 6 to 7 hours.

In the end, the man with the severed arm couldn't even utter a sound due to the long howling and howling. He could only squeeze out from his vocal cords out of instinct. "Hiss …" "Hiss …" It was like a broken bellow …

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